Her eyes were fixed upon the ground, the pink colour coming and going in her cheeks was very delicate and girlish. A chain, riveted to an iron belt encircling her waist, bound her to the wall. It was only a matter of time. I have been the vicomte’s secretary, remember. ‘Parbleu, you waste time.
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