"Write as I dictate," he cried, placing a pen in the jailer's hand and a pistol to his ear. She had begun to care about her appearance again, looking into the glass he gave her, a thing nearly priceless that was bordered in intricate golden filigree and rubies. Good heavens! She was discussing love-making.
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