It seemed to him that a sort of mist had risen up between them. She fluttered her eyelashes, and adopted the soulful tone that served her well at times. “My chief,” he said, “took it into his head to have an impromptu dinner party. A chain, riveted to an iron belt encircling her waist, bound her to the wall.
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