" The Gate, which crossed Newgate Street, had a wide arch for carriages, and a postern, on the north side, for footpassengers. He was Julian five years younger, the spitting image. A bobbing lantern, crossing the bridge—for she had not drawn the curtain—attracted her attention. A few seasons went by where he initiated her into the disgusting rituals of killing and eating human beings, a dark time where she pined for a rescuer who never arrived. You jumped, and I think that you left me. She forgot Anna’s sacrifices, forgot her own callousness, forgot the burden which she had fastened upon her sister’s shoulders. Kneebone," she added, with a glance at that gentleman, which was meant to speak daggers, "will do as he pleases. The dress of this person was excessively showy, and consisted of a scarlet riding-habit, lined and faced with blue, and bedizened with broad gold lace, a green silk-knit waistcoat, embroidered with silver, and decorated with a deep fringe, together with a hat tricked out in the same gaudy style. Brendon was silent. But she no longer obsessed over heresy, no longer did she feel cursed by God.
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