’ ‘Do not make a game with me,’ she interrupted, gripping her underlip firmly between her teeth to stop the threatening laughter. "Write as I dictate," he cried, placing a pen in the jailer's hand and a pistol to his ear. She cut a deep gash into her own arm with a steel screw, loosing drops of her own blood onto the floorboards. ‘While you are making me this interrogation, my poor Jacques bleeds to death. But I have not done so, and will not.
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