” Sebastian slipped the piano wire around her throat, silencing her immediately. "This gash," he added, pointing to one of the larger scars, "was a wipe from the hanger of Tom Thurland, whom I apprehended for the murder of Mrs. Yours?" The stranger hesitated. "Do you call neglecting your work, and singing flash songs nothing? Zounds! you incorrigible rascal, many a master would have taken you before a magistrate, and prayed for your solitary confinement in Bridewell for the least of these offences. He had been frozen in time at age forty-two. Capes spoke casually of their plans for work.
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