Then the bridge had arched gateways, bristling with spikes, and garnished (as all ancient gateways ought to be) with the heads of traitors. ‘Are you going to come quietly, mademoiselle?’ he demanded with grim determination. Nay, for aught I know, some of them may even now have got scent of me.
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