“I cut off his right hand pinky with his own rusty bolt cutter. Don’t think it was anything better than fever—or a bit beautiful. Lucy felt her eyes misting up, turning traitor. The poor wretch, driven by desperation to the commission of a crime which her soul abhors, is no more beyond the hope of reformation than she is without the pale of mercy. \"No, I think he just broke up with someone. You know—I worship you. ’ A laugh escaped her. The idea of anything criminal never entered her thoughts. She ran down alleyways and between buildings, faster than an Olympian, until she could hear his voice no more. Jack may be capable of much that is wicked, but he would never lift his hand against his friend,—of that I am assured.
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