I can see the
whole thing was just a set-up for sequels, though. The evil in his eyes towards her was explosive. Hearing the
noise of the scuffle, the tapstress, fancying it was Jack making an effort to
escape, in spite of the remonstrances of the executioner, threw open the wicket. Striking out his foot, he knocked half a dozen
teeth down the janizary's throat; and, seconding the kick with a blow on the head
from the butt-end of the pistol, stretched him, senseless and bleeding on the
ground. Yet her aunt, with a ringed hand flitting to
her lips and a puzzled, worried look in her eyes, deaf to all this riot of warmth
and flitting desire, was playing Patience—playing Patience, as if Dionysius and
her curate had died together.
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