Instead her point disengaged, dropped, and then the sword came up again and banged, flatbladed, onto Gosse’s wrist with such force that his own blade dropped from his grasp. We aren't between him and heaven; he is between us and heaven. Wood fancied he heard the exulting laugh of Jonathan Wild. ‘Think I’m fool enough to do my business in a convent?’ he said scornfully.
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