The sky beyond was a surreal color of pink that reminded her of the windows she had once been entranced by at the castle chapel, their leaden lines depicting old religious stories and sufferings. She seemed to have no idea whatever of the emotional states that were becoming to her age and position. I'll try to fill in the gaps. "If you get out o' that cage, I'll forgive you. Cut to pieces —slashed—bloodied. ‘Do not imagine that I will leave poor Jacques.
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