You are your nephew's
executioner, or he is yours. She was sorry to find Ramage a little disposed to be melancholy. He was about to cut the sergeant short, when
his eye fell on a gentleman walking along Piccadilly, his manner uncertain, his
eyes shifting as if he sought something out. The beautiful city
that she had been awed by and even grown to love had
been abandoned. But," said the
fellow, with a laugh, "he soon contrived to make his way out on it, though. And my wife won’t live with me for reasons that I think
most women would consider sound. ‘How so?’ he asked, and she noted that he allowed his pistol to dangle a little
from his fingers. In a few minutes more he had made a breach in the roof wide enough
to allow him to pass through. She was frowning, but it was evident that her initial fright had left her.
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