She would flee
to the wild fastnesses, the places where there were no
overarching systems of any use, where she could blend
with the unstable populace and kill in relative peace. "
"Gem'men o' the votch!" cried Sharples, as loudly as a wheezy cough would
permit him, "my noble pris'ner—ough! ough;—the Markis o' Slaughterford
——"
Further speech was cut short by a volley of execrations from the angry guardians
of the night. 127
“But Mary Lucia, it isn’t what it looks like! She’s an
old friend, there’s nothing serious going on!”
Without a word, she about-faced and flew down his
steps, running fast, jumping four steps at a time. ”
“He seems like such a nice boy. Cast off this weakness. ’
‘That is what you think? Let us try!’
‘Don’t be idiotic!’
She was backing from him, reaching through one of the slits she had carefully
manufactured in her petticoat.
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