"Yes," replied Jack. . But she no longer obsessed over heresy, no longer did she feel cursed by God. “I’ll go,” she vowed to the night, “or I’ll die!” She made plans and estimated means and resources. If you live, well and good; if you die, well and good. She had to make sure, for the peace of her mind, that this was really the man. I snatched it up, pointed it blindly at him, and fired. Where was the harm in letting her go? She could not get far. “Is that a challenge?” She shrugged her shoulders, all ablaze with jewels. They agreed to lend her their hold-all and a large, formless bag which they called the communal trunk. That's one of the troubles with young folks: they take themselves so seriously. Oh dear!—how sorry I am I ever left Wych Street.
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