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This done, he unloosed the pulley, and the ponderous machine, which resembled a trough, slowly descended upon the prisoner's breast. She had carried a chair into the room veranda and had watched and listened until the night silences had lengthened and only occasionally she heard a voice or the rattle of rickshaw wheels in the courtyard. ‘A spitfire, ain’t she, sir?’ Roding ignored this. Each arm of the blouse had the faintest of rings around the elbow, a stain that looked familiar.
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