"No, do not bind me."
sudden caution came to her. She was making it worse for me. Already she had done me immense harm.
She said suddenly, "Do what you like with me. I was wrong. I have no interest in that American. It is you, Greko, I—I love."
Spawn did not heed her. Perona insisted, "I would tie her with care."
He helped Spawn rope her ankles, and then her wrists, crossed behind her.
"A little gag, Spawn? She might cry out: we want no interference to-night." He was ready with a large silken handkerchief. They thrust it into her mouth and tied it behind her neck.
"There," growled Spawn. "You will and you won't: we shall see about that. Lie still, Jetta. If I have need to come again to you—"
They left her. And this time she heard them less clearly. But there were fragments: