"Why, of hanging the fellow who acts as his jackal; one Blake, or Blueskin, I think he's called. It’s just upon my lunch-time. ‘Lord in heaven, did I do that?’ exclaimed Gerald remorsefully. 230 Rhea sprang, teeth flashing. Anna watched her from the windows, watched the carriage jolt away along the cobbled street and disappear. Wood. “Go down and rescue the rags of my reputation,” she said, smiling.
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