A hansom stopped a little way off. That he was hot and breathless was of no matter; in that moment he would have faced a dozen Samsons. She could stow away, go to a place where there were no people to eat and end her life. No amount of scrubbing could remove the stains, the blood of an unknown man she had stolen from the scene of a car accident, a stupid drunk with no license who had wrapped his Chevy truck around a very large oak tree. The other bona roba, known amongst her companions as Mistress Poll Maggot, was a beauty on a much larger scale,—in fact, a perfect Amazon. No good at all. Deny me, if you please. All our fraternity are afraid of him; but I laugh at his threats.
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