Her husband had caught her leaning over a precipice into the ruins of the oubliette, and had punished her by flogging her back with a switch. ‘Merci, Joan,’ cried Melusine, moving to her and seizing her hand which she clasped between both her own for a moment, as she turned to the others. Just me and another girl named Krista who turned eighteen and left right about when I got there. “And now let us leave the men alone and talk about ourselves. The room behind was another small antechamber, presumably linking the back rooms. CHAPTER XXVIII.
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