Her husband had caught her leaning over a precipice into the ruins of the oubliette, and had punished her by flogging her back with a switch. A radiant smile astonished him. Instead, they lived a Bohemian existence, moving from patron to patron, city to city. Fifty in advance. She had hardly noticed the loss of her dagger, so strong had been the waves of relief that attacked her on hearing that Jack had returned from death’s door. Lucy stood in front of the piano.
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