She had felt deserving of the punishment, as he had been mainly concerned that she would be killed by accidentally falling into the pit, but it was a terrible insult. A bobbing lantern, crossing the bridge—for she had not drawn the curtain—attracted her attention. " "You shall first go to Bridewell, you jade!" rejoined Kneebone. Of all the entirely English women I know, you’re the only one with a French accent. Murder had become nothing to her. She herself, and one other there, recognized the interposition of something akin to tragedy.
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