"This
gash," he added, pointing to one of the larger scars, "was a wipe from the hanger
of Tom Thurland, whom I apprehended for the murder of Mrs. He stuck to the shop as long as it was necessary, and longer, in
my opinion. Good
riddance. I had not the time to
formulate the decoctions that would have saved him—
they take weeks to create and must come from your own
blood! You were perilously close to death, and had I not
watched you constantly for the week you were
unconscious they would have buried you alive!
Gianfrancesco was ready to give up after two days,
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ready to throw you in the plague cart! Of course he had
no use for you after bearing witness to the loss of your
womanly organs. "
"We'll see that, young hempseed," replied Sharples, shutting the hatch furiously
in his face, and locking it.
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