Sheppard, who had been stricken down by the blow that prostrated her assailant, looked up, she perceived Jonathan Wild kneeling beside the body of Blueskin. "Jack Sheppard's fingers are lime-twigs. I’m taking no chances. ’ ‘Melusine, did you say?’ Mrs Sindlesham sighed. She lunged without warning again, and Gosse, just catching her blade on his own, was obliged to retreat backwards up the little stair.
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