Black blood and white bone flew into the corners of the crypt, slathering the dead faces of the corpses left piled in the corner. It was as if Grace-church Street, with all its shops, its magazines, and ceaseless throng of passengers, were stretched from the Middlesex to the Surrey shore. His horse, which had apparently gone to sleep, preferred to remain where he was. She helped Jack to sit down, and dragged the jacket off him, lifting his shirt to expose the gash that had sliced across his side.
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