CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
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Away, away, away! . . .
To-night the traitor dies!
—Ibid, Act II
“Amy, I forbid you to do that again!”
“Ow! That stings! You’re an evil nurse. I was much nicer to you. What’s that? And forbid me to do what—be kidn*pped, or faint?”
“Both.” Corbin held up one of the bottles that Jez had provided him with to take care of my injuries. “It says water hazing.”
“Witch hazel,” I said, squinting at the tag tied to the neck of the bottle. “That’s okay. It shouldn’t sting. You may proceed.”
He glared at me as he poured a little witch hazel on a clean cloth before dabbing it on the long scratches on my lower calf. I lay on the bed in one of the guest rooms at the governor’s house (I couldn’t bring myself to sleep in the same bed where Bart had slept), warm and rel
