She hid behind a mirage of piety, just as I do. When first brought under consideration, she was a miserable and forlorn object; squalid in attire, haggard in looks, and emaciated in frame. All at once she realised that Kimble had halted, leaning heavily against the wall. "You'll be as good as your word, my charmer," whispered the executioner.
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