Over one of the pinnacles of the tower a speck of pallid light marked the position of the moon, then newly born and newly risen. “Dear me! I wonder where Sir John picked her up. ’ She gestured at his hand, on which Roding’s makeshift bandage had been replaced by a more efficient one. She calls us her guests, but in reality we are her prisoners. I have taken bullets and lived, and even a silver one wouldn’t do much.
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