He came to her at once, and turning, walked by her side. He turned the wheel carefully as he touched her neck with the other, threading her soft curls in between his slim fingers. A chain, riveted to an iron belt encircling her waist, bound her to the wall. I don't believe he is much past forty. Fly! they shall knock me on the head—curse 'em!—before they shall touch you.
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