Hey, my lass?
The show's waiting.

Sit up and have a look at him!" I saw Whitmore's face as they turned it up, and the sight of it made me cover my eyes.

I heard the men step out into the roadway, and set back their triggers.

Crouching against the wall, I heard the volley.
As the echoes of it beat from side to side of the narrow street I looked again--not towards the wall--but upwards at the balcony, under which the men waved their lanterns as they dispersed, leaving the corpse where it lay.

To my surprise Leicester had released the woman.