Something seemed to dredge up from the recesses of her memory and she brightened. I thought it was a mirror at the first, for it was so very like myself. Beyond the hatch, an angle, formed by a projection in the wall of some three or four feet, served to hide a door conducting to the interior of the prison. I get my driver's license tomorrow. . She cursed herself for a fool.
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