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As the victim of a sentence for life, Mary Worthington was confined to solitary, or as it was termed in the vernacular, put in solitary.
This was the lot meted out to the hardest cases. The nature of her sentence earned for her that distinction and when the cell door clanged behind her, her stout heart contracted painfully. There was a terrible finality in the sound. Alone within those narrow stone walls, she discovered primitive feelings in herself, whose existence she had never believed she possessed. She was filled with a sense of outrage. "Put me in a cell, solitary and alone! How dare they!" She was overcome by primitive rage and primitive fear.