“I’m fine,” she said softly. "Get a chair, Austin. Consent to become my wife, and do not compel me to have recourse to violence to effect my purpose, and I will spare your son. She touched bow to strings, playing a fifth. Then she slowly straightened, releasing him. As she danced there was in her ears the faded echo of wooden tom-toms.
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