She threw out a hand to stop herself from cannoning into them and, losing balance, tripped over her own petticoats and fell to the carpeted floor, her hat falling off as she did so. “Not like it’s your fault if you wake up one day and decide you hanker for a nice piece of ass, a ten-minute tumble. It ran in rivulets down her face, penetrating her hood and the thick quilting of her coat. "Why, of hanging the fellow who acts as his jackal; one Blake, or Blueskin, I think he's called.
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