“Thank you, Martin,” she replied graciously. "I told you I would call to bid you farewell, Mr. . “I wonder,” she began, presently, “why I love you—and love you so much?. ‘I’m on your side. It's precisely the same thing to me to bid my janizaries cut Thames Darrell's throat, as to order Jack Sheppard's execution. She seemed bursting with the desire to talk, and watching for her opportunity. The veins in his throat and forehead swelled and blackened; his eyes protruded from their sockets, and stared wildly; a thick damp gathered on his brow: and blood gushed from his mouth, nostrils, and ears. She was sick of herself, of her life, of everything but him; and for him all her masked and hidden being was crying out.
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