Her face expressed nothing. ‘But if you must fight so furiously, I don’t see how I can promise not to do it again. The scent of cloying pine dust filled the air as floodlights shone eerily through the jungle gym of new wood. Horrors abounded in every passageway as each turn could bring a vision of a poor woman running from her screaming plague-infested son or a bloated corpse of a rich man whose mouth lolled open, showing gaps where someone had pried out a few golden teeth. The struggles of the wounded man were desperate—so desperate, that in his agony he overset the table, and, in the confusion, tore off the cloth, and disclosed a face horribly mutilated, and streaming with blood. "England or France, London or Paris, it's all one to me, so I've you to command me.
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