And then, as she stood there, with the fragments of the torn canvas at her feet, some even caught upon her skirt, the door was thrown open, and a girl entered humming a light tune. “I think, perhaps if you will excuse me, that we will defer the luncheon. She’s right upstairs. There would be no mercy in this man. Holding down the light, he perceived that the wounded man had risen to the surface, and was trying to clamber up the slippery sides of the well. Through fire and water, through penury and pestilence, your hand will always be on his shoulder.
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