There was a brief pause, a crowded pause, between them. ‘Will you—what was it?—“blow off his head”?’ Melusine eyed her, a little uncertain. I can remove the prisoner at any hour of the night I think fit: and I will remove him. A chain, riveted to an iron belt encircling her waist, bound her to the wall. “Married already,” he said, with his mouth full.
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