Bounding the corner of a garden wall, he came upon his former place of imprisonment. The folds of a thick muslin neckcloth in some degree protected him, but the gash was desperate. ‘Is she the Frenchie we’ve been watching for then, sir?’ The lady’s furious features turned on this new target. “I’m sorry! Mary! Are you hurt?” “No.
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