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You see, I—I am a woman worshipper. ” She pulled a small blue box out of the pocket of her hoodie. That was one of the compensations for having consigned himself to this part of the world. Some years ago, in 1715, just before the Rebellion, I was rash enough to league myself with the Jacobite party, and by Wild's machinations got clapped into Newgate, whence I was glad to escape with my head upon my shoulders. His cigar burnt out between his fingers, and he threw it impatiently away. ’ She shrugged fatalistically. The necessity which had previously existed of leaving the ghastly evidence of the murderous deed undisturbed,—the presence of the mangled corpse,—the bustle of the inquest, at which her attendance was required,—all these circumstances produced a harrowing effect upon the young girl's imagination. The intruder was handsomely, even richly, attired in a scarlet riding-suit, embroidered with gold; a broad belt, to which a hanger was attached, crossed his shoulders; his boots rose above his knee, and he carried a laced hat in his hand. Pah!’ She flounced about and, crossing to the bed, plonked down on it, pointedly averting her face and resting the large pistol in her lap. I don’t mean I’m not a good woman—I mean that I’m not a GOOD woman.

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