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In this state, it will be easy to draw him into a snare. ‘One of your countrymen, perhaps?’ The girl clammed up, the moon of her white face staring up at him in the darkness. ‘Of course she don’t understand,’ snapped Charvill irascibly. Meanwhile, the executioner had attached strong cords to his ankles and wrists, and fastened them tightly to the iron rings. "Woman, your wits are fled!" And so it seemed; for all the answer she could make was to murmur distractedly, "I can't find the key. The musician.
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