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She pushed between the pews, hoping to reach the sword first, while desperately holding on to her petticoats to keep them up, as her sword arm wavered. ‘Point it at me. And I think I must pursue my acquaintance with the fulsome Madame Valade. Her teeth were chattering so hard that she had to clench them for fear of biting off her own tongue. I deserve pretty much what I’ve got. Lord Charvill champed upon an invisible bit for a moment or two, closing the gap between himself and the girl, and muttering the name to himself in an overwrought sort of way. Built and paved with stone, without beds, or any other sort of protection from the cold, this dreadful hole, accounted the most dark and dismal in the prison, was made the receptacle of such miserable wretches as could not pay the customary fees. “Well,” he said at last slowly, “I’ll pay it.
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