A bobbing lantern, crossing the bridge—for she had not drawn the curtain—attracted her attention. ‘She’s an eviltempered little termagant, yes, but there’s no malice aforethought. Ladies with weapon’s on ’em. ’ He reached into an inner pocket of his coat and brought out a packet of papers.
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