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He swore that I was his wife, and—I shot him, Nigel, as his arms were closing around me. At this moment, the landlord of the Crown, a jovial-looking stout personage, with a white apron round his waist, issued from the house, bearing a large wooden bowl filled with ale, which he offered to Jack, who instantly rose to receive it. Particles of bullet were embedded in Rhea’s large arm as she swung across the stones in her donated legs. There were menacing possibilities; the thought of them set him a-tremble. The arrested women were herded in a passage of the Panton Street Police-station that opened upon a cell too unclean for occupation, and most of them spent the night standing. Ann Veronica found herself in the presence of the most disconcerting fact in human experience, the kindliness of people you believe to be thoroughly wrong. Well, it had to happen somewhen.
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