Detention would mean coming home late, which spelled distraction and trouble on the night of a kill. 1715. “Dear me!” he said. Drawing a pistol, and unclosing his lantern with the quickness of thought, he then burst through an open trap-door into a small loft. His fingers slipped under the collar of her linen shift and he tore it open with a swipe. This time she feinted as his point came up to deflect her own, and disengaging, passed under and cut at his cheek. Hurry to me, I entreat you.
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