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The dark woman standing by the fireplace said nothing. She looked like one who had seen trouble and suffering in her time, but the expression in her eyes was kindly, and the hard, proud lines of her mouth softened a little. She even expressed no surprise as Iza placed Rashleigh in a chair and removed his overcoat, displaying his fettered wrists beneath.
Iza looked at her appealingly.