Melusine ripped strips off her under-petticoats and fashioned a pad, which she bandaged as tightly as she could over the wound, working swiftly, unperturbed by the gore. . Then the foremost bowed and passed on. “Let go!” she gasped at him, a blaze of anger. Were I not Jonathan Wild, I'd be Jack Sheppard.
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