” Her voice trembled with suppressed passion. Holding a link into the place, which had the appearance of a deep pit, Blueskin noticed a body richly dressed. ‘Now then, girl. Please yourself. Over an old crazy bedstead was thrown a squalid, patchwork counterpane; and upon the counterpane lay a black hood and scarf, a pair of bodice of the cumbrous form in vogue at the beginning of the last century, and some other articles of female attire. ‘At me,’ she uttered, holding her own pistol high and aiming it steadily.
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