Strewn across the bed was a multitude of jumbled garments. Then he slapped his hand on his desk and looked up with the air of a man struck by a brilliant idea. “Yes?” “You remember once, how we talked—at a gate on the Downs? We talked about how a girl might get an independent living. Blueskin, who had evaded me with the papers and the money, is a prisoner here, and will perish on the same gallows as yourself. But there was no feeling of remorse; there was only the sensation of exaltation. See? You marry me.
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