Keeping a Stiff Upper Lip, regardless...

15 February

Posted on February 19, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

The gaoler led me along endless dingy passages all lined with rows of closed steel doors. Echoing sounds of discordant far off voices coupled with banging and distant door slams befuddled my thoughts. The awful pervading stench vaguely reminiscient of the upper fourths dormitory in Harrow. Poor old Levitt. C.F.

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