Polly had had enough. “It’s always about your stupid Family,” she exploded. “What about us, James? You and me? Fine, go and find your murderers. Beat them, cut their silly balls off, kill them, you violent bastard. I really don’t care. But don’t expect me to be waiting around when you come back with more blood on your hands. I’m sick of all the violence.
“Look at what you did to poor Nero. He is terrified of you, he was still shaking when I saw him up at the stalls in Chrisp Street. He showed me the mark you made on his neck, you could have killed him.
“He made a bad mistake, but he might have got a knife in his ribs too if he had been there. Did you think about that? You are hardly high on the Mr Clever list, are you?”
Sowerbutt looked blankly at his lady with whom he was enjoying a quiet evening. What was upsetting his red-haired beauty all of a sudden? He could spot danger at a hundred yards and had an unerring nose for mischief being staged on the East End streets, but he could never be sure of his lady’s moods.
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