Lucy grabbed the hand cannon, stuffing it with powder, nearly missing a swing of the sword meant for her neck. 167 “True love is forever, isn’t it?” It was something a child would say, a phrase she had seen scratched on bathroom walls and maple trees, but it made her sad. She helped Jack to sit down, and dragged the jacket off him, lifting his shirt to expose the gash that had sliced across his side. Wood having laid hold of the canvass-bag. Perhaps in the beginning the women made fools of themselves over him. The man was thick set, with a bright roving eye.
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