’ A grimace crossed her face. She screamed as she saw that their throats had been ripped out and their dead eyes bulged with horror as their heads lolled from mere strings of sinew and flesh. In this way he crossed one or two public gardens and a bowling-green,—the neighbourhood of Clerkenwell then abounded in such places of amusement,—passed the noted Ducking Pond, where Black Mary had been frequently immersed; and, striking off to the left across the fields, arrived in a few minutes at his destination. They found a cosy little table in the tea-rooms, and everything was delicious. ‘You damned little fool! How dared you steal my sword?’ Her eyes flew open.
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