“It was perhaps my fault. There was an air of repressed gaiety in her actions: the sense of freedom had returned; her heart was empty again. It would be a great matter, I must own, to bring Jonathan Wild to justice. But whatever she may have said was lost as Gerald pinned her to the wall, the point of the sword at her throat. The fragrance of dryer sheets lay upon her like the snow that now drifted peacefully outside.
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