At the recollection that it was his, she seemed to fall through a thin surface, as one might fall through the crust of a lava into glowing depths. She was not squeamish—although the sight of the sergeant’s ominous preparations had severely tried her fortitude—but Kimble’s white face plagued her conscience. Spiders came out of their hiding places to commune in windows, industriously spinning their own designs over the stained glass. She blew on the hand cannon and grabbed her bag of gunpowder. “She must look forward to Italy.
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