It was the grand nursery of vice. Kneebone begged him to take the prisoner into the churchyard. And for many years, that was the way it was. Then the bridge had arched gateways, bristling with spikes, and garnished (as all ancient gateways ought to be) with the heads of traitors. "What?… Oh!… Well, good Lord!" He wrenched loose his head and stood up, sending the chair clattering to the floor.
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