You will
survive, mark my words. The sun shined weakly through brief pinpricks
90
in the thick cloud cover, the weather was brewing a
storm. She
must kill this man, or kill herself. From a scout stationed at the
northern entrance, whom she addressed in the jargon of the place, with which
long usage had formerly rendered her familiar, she ascertained that Blueskin,
accompanied by a youth, whom she knew by the description must be her son,
had arrived there about three hours before, and had proceeded to the Cross
Shovels. Not Trodger. She was sore with the perplexities of her
preposterous position. It is abominable—”
“What is the use of keeping up this note of indignation, Ann Veronica? Here I
am! I am your lover, burning for you.
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