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On her left she sees seated clergymen and dignitaries. Although her body is trussed, she can turn her face.

The words she hears in her head are Dutch, her native language. If I were a child, I would play with this rope, pull its strands apart, or drag it behind me like a tail. She thinks: You watch small, harmless things like this every day of your life. The stray hairs on the knot’s surface shake in the wind. A rope winds around her body from her thighs to a triple knot at her chest. The split logs beneath her feet cut into her bare soles. $('body').removeClass().addClass('Flemish')ga('send', 'event', 'passage', 'loaded', 'Intro') (set: $copyright to '')(set: $entropy to 15)(set: $knowledge to 0)(set: $magic1 to 0)(set: $magic2 to 0)A woman stands to her waist in a mound of logs and neatly bundled furze kindling. She must choose just one, leave the rest forlorn. In the midst of these four, a lady is torn. Not the dark cellar in which he is caught. Righteous is he, but his judgment may fail. His student could strike to make justice prevail.

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