Ọnụọgụgụ ụda

here was a certain eeriness to her, but above that, she was a calm and mellow being. She was more peaceful in the cell than she was in the yard, all restlessness gone, and Anita supposed time without the first legion had done her good. She learned that she liked the light the torch made, and that she knew days from nights by warmth, and that she allowed rats to approach her meals when she finished, and that her hair had many unfinished braids in it, she passed her time in this way, not to go mad