Sheppard. Opposite the gallows was an open gallery, or scaffolding, like the stand at a racecourse, which, on state occasions, was crowded with spectators. An enormous Hand that rose up swiftly, blotting out the sky. She could feel his eyes surreptiously scanning her backside. He had abandoned his oars, and the boat was drifting with the stream towards the enemy. “Which one?” “The one whose life you have been making a burden, who has been all the time shielding her sister.
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