Too many. I’ve told them all that was necessary, but I— wanted to ask your pardon—for having made myself a nuisance to you, and for breaking into your rooms—and to thank you—the doctor says you bound up my wound—or I should have bled to death. Haven’t I shown you over and over again that I mean you no harm? What do I have to do?’ ‘You can go away and leave me to my affairs,’ she threw at him. She used his own gun against him, a method that was occasionally cleaner than slitting throats when she got it right. Sebastian physically restrained her as she hit and scratched at him, trying to touch her mother who went swiftly into her death throes. The floor was strewn with screws, nails, fragments of wood and stone, and across the passage lay the heavy iron fillet. "Leave me to my fate," rejoined Jack.
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