I just met a girl named Maria
Perhaps 'met' was the wrong word.
I had just tried to kidnap a girl named Maria. Short and tiny as she was, I hadn't expected her to be able to escape again but of course that monstrous black hound of Sir Benjamin's had been quite an advantage. The wench had an unjustified amount of luck: first her overprotective governess, then the shameful needle, and now the dog. It seemed that fate didn't want me to catch her. Perhaps it would be better to simply let things happen.
Yes. I would sit back and wait for her to come.
