Outside stood a stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased mass of spiky bottle-black hair. You are your nephew's executioner, or he is yours. “Lucy Albert. "I've counted ten coffins so far. All the sombre visions she had been pressing back, fighting out of her thoughts, swarmed over the barrier and crushed her. Her eyes were soft and blue, arched over by dark brows, and fringed by long silken lashes. But I don’t wish to hear that abomination on her lips again. I thought that I was marrying Meysey Hill, not that creature. A chill ran through his frame, and, grasping the heavy weapon with which chance had provided him, prepared to strike down the first person who should enter the cell.
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