. She descended down the stairs of the house, sidestepping the refuse from bingedrinking teenagers that was strewn everywhere. Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved. I’m not a bit afraid of anything—scandal, difficulty, struggle. He then scaled the northern tower, and made his way to the summit of that part of the prison which fronted Giltspur Street. She took hand cannon and began to arm it.
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