His fellow-prisoners nicknamed him the
gallows-provider, from a habit he had of picking out all those who were destined
to the gibbet. I do not love any one. Rather
would I have gone with Leonardo—and he wished me to do so. McClintock watched her interestedly until her golden head vanished below;
then, with tolerant pity, he looked down at Spurlock, who had closed his eyes. But, by Jove!
you are fierce! You are like those Roman women who carry stilettos in their
hair. It would have been better
had he succeeded in murdering her, she thought. The books would be soaked and
ruined in the rain anyway through the thin skin of the
pack. "
"Follow me, then," cried Thames, drawing his sword, and springing through the
window.
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