The crowning aspect of the incident, for her mind, was the discovery that he and her indiscretion with him no longer mattered very much. ‘Melusine…Melusine. Hearing the noise of the scuffle, the tapstress, fancying it was Jack making an effort to escape, in spite of the remonstrances of the executioner, threw open the wicket. She knew, or guessed his mission too, for more than once their eyes met, and she laughed mockingly at him. . There's a man dying—Captain Darrell.
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