Her eyes filled as she thought of him, the image of his laughing countenance coming into her mind, to be swiftly followed by a vision of the blood running from his cut hand. It was instantly burst open, when the horrible stench that issued from it convinced them that it must be a receptacle for the murdered victims of the thief-taker. The way—the way we are led on! We are taught to believe we are free in the world, to think we are queens. “Lucy!” He whispered into her ear beneath a dusty curtain cloud. At the back of her mind there seemed always one irrelevant qualifying spectator whose presence she sought to disregard.
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