" "It shall be, Sir," replied Ireton, bowing. His mind was filled briefly with psychic images of a charnel house that danced like a spider in his head. "Will you plead?" demanded Wild, harshly. She closed her eyes as if asleep, her hands folded neatly on her abdomen. Wood, furiously. She bent down. ’ ‘For God’s sake, don’t accuse her of murder,’ begged Gerald, retrieving the lady’s hat and handing it to her, ‘or she’ll be challenging me to a duel again.
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