"Mercy on us! Well, I thought their manners quite out o' the common. A chain, riveted to an iron belt encircling her waist, bound her to the wall. Was there ever such madness?” “I am afraid that I don’t understand,” Ennison answered. ’ ‘Then do it,’ Melusine said with impatience. She painted on the Root Beer Lip Smackers lip gloss that Shari had bought her last Christmas and rouged her cheeks as she had long ago as she once had for Sebastian. There is not a soul in the inn but ourselves.
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