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If she spoke to a policeman she did not know what would ensue. Then the bridge had arched gateways, bristling with spikes, and garnished (as all ancient gateways ought to be) with the heads of traitors. She was an indignant queen, no doubt she was alarmed and disgusted within limits; but she was highly excited, and there was something, some low adventurous strain in her being, some element, subtle at least if base, going about the rioting ways and crowded insurgent meeting-places of her mind declaring that the whole affair was after all—they are the only words that express it—a very great lark indeed. She loped forward on unnaturally long legs and arms that swung loosely. The door opened, and a slightly overweight pretty blonde, an older, wiser version of Michelle, came into view. "Mercy on us!" cried he, as a thrill of apprehension ran through his frame.
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