She arrived from jail shackled as though she were an accused ax murderer. Her manacled hands were chained to a heavy belt that was buckled tightly around her slim waist. But by the time she walked into the crowded courtroom, the chains had been removed and she looked harmless and vulnerable. The rather wan, unsmiling young woman bore little resemblance to the gum-chewing, self-professed revolutionary with the giddy grin of bravado who was arrested last September. Now, at long last, she took her place on the witness stand and sat demurely, just...
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