62 <8> A FIRST DATE WITH JOHN DIEDERMAYER The weekend began for her with that luxury of all luxuries, sleep. " "Sir Rowland Trenchard!" echoed Jack, in amazement. He held in his hands many threads. " "It wasn't the fumes of whisky that toppled him out of his chair. “Even if he lives here you may go all your life and never come face to face with him again. While there's life there's hope. . But if he speaks—I fear what he may tell. . Jack then proceeded to liberate the captive from his bondage. " "So I find, Rowland," replied the other, in accents of deep disappointment, and at the same time relinquishing his grasp. “Through there,” he said, and pointed with the pamphlet he was carrying. She would flee to the wild fastnesses, the places where there were no overarching systems of any use, where she could blend with the unstable populace and kill in relative peace. And it’s like the petals falling from a flower.
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