A new thought checked her steps and she froze. Ann Veronica was one of the few young people—and one must have young people just as one must have flowers—one could ask to a little gathering without the risk of a painful discord. Meanwhile, the executioner had attached strong cords to his ankles and wrists, and fastened them tightly to the iron rings. Moreoever, it had cost her a whipping and several days’ imprisonment in her cell on bread and water. His body had been maimed many times. I don’t want to know. . .
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