Spurlock bent his head to the rail. Wood became sensible that he was not alone. I've some other things inside, Sir, which you might wish to buy,—some pistols. Then the bridge had arched gateways, bristling with spikes, and garnished (as all ancient gateways ought to be) with the heads of traitors.
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