"
"For whom, Sir?" inquired Charcam. She watched the captain
tuck the pistol back in his pocket, and perch on the edge of the big desk. “And think, think”—her voice sank
—“of the horrible coarseness!”
“What coarseness?” said Ann Veronica. Anyhow, she’s disappeared for
some reason or other. It would be very hard perhaps
to make you understand just how I feel about it. For a time she could scarcely believe he was gone. It was a sort of cooking-room, with an
immense fire-place flanked by a couple of cauldrons, and was called Jack
Ketch's Kitchen, because the quarters of persons executed for treason were there
boiled by the hangman in oil, pitch, and tar, before they were affixed on the city
gates, or on London Bridge.
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