A chain, riveted to an iron belt encircling her waist, bound her to the wall. " New? That did not describe her. She could not judge its direction, and began to move swiftly along the bookshelves, her hand running behind her across the spines of the calfbound volumes. The windows were still darkened—perhaps she was not home yet. And he hazarded a wink at the poet over the paper on which he was sketching. Something in her lack of embarrassment irritated him.
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