"Why does she weep?" Ruth wanted to know. " "Ship her back to her father"—sagely. The floor was planked with oak, and covered with iron staples, hooks, and ringbolts, with heavy chains attached to them. “Neither you nor I, Nigel, are made of such stuff,” she answered. On a pallet in one corner lay a pale emaciated female.
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