Here they would be having lunch. A ball from Wild's pistol passed through his heart, and a volley of musketry poured from the guards lodged several balls in the yet breathing body of his leader. He filled his pipe slowly. Horrors abounded in every passageway as each turn could bring a vision of a poor woman running from her screaming plague-infested son or a bloated corpse of a rich man whose mouth lolled open, showing gaps where someone had pried out a few golden teeth. It was the largest room in the house, which was why it had been given over to the main business of the convent as a house of God. Epithalamy might do.
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