He was content to watch her accepting compliments and gaudy bouquets full of red roses, white carnations, and purple statice. She had left for ever the cage, the galling leash: she was free. "You'll be as good as your word, my charmer," whispered the executioner. Let me make your future for you. ‘Of course I see that,’ she said impatiently.
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