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A chain, riveted to an iron belt encircling her waist, bound her to the wall. Another door was next opened, and, preceded by the ordinary, with the sacred volume in his hand, the prisoner entered the room. I never intended it to be anything but a short story, for I had never completed even the shortest of stories unless forced to in grammar school. And, fearing you might not come to me, I forced my way hither, even with certainty of discomposing your friends. “Do you play an instrument?” “I play the fiddle sometimes. “Why shouldn’t one face the facts of one’s self?” She stood up. The world had grown dark and wide, and she was very small.
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