“Ohmigod, Katy, you fucking killed her!” A trio of girls sniggered. Better get a dress. “Nice sleeve,” she said, and came to his hand and kissed it. While he thus vented his rage, the door again opened, and Quilt Arnold rushed into the room, bleeding, and half-dressed. She blew on the hand cannon and grabbed her bag of gunpowder. Spurlock understood that his vantage would be temporary; the Wastrel had been knocked down, not out. He had been the one to dress her in the finest silks and brocades, and here she was, displayed for the world to see in 248 drugstore makeup and the uniform of an old schoolteacher. What had shifted his casual interest was the visible prospect of a party of three who were coming down the packet gangplank.
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