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Hatred, desire for vengeance, cruel curiosity beat against the wall of the prison where the governess was enclosed.
This central figure of this unparalleled scandal regarded all who passed before her with a fixed gaze, she was well trained to repel spiteful scrutiny. She remained an enigma to all those who were permitted to visit her in her cell or to watch her taking her hour's exercise slowly walking to and fro, wearing the light nankeen dress adorned with white _soutache_, in the narrow courtyard between the four prison façades, grim with barred windows.