...he crossed the chamber, while she cowered back against the wall, sobbing frantic pleas for mercy. Grasping her yellow locks with no gentle hand, he dragged her off the bed. Thrusting his blade back into its sheath, he tucked his squirming captive under his left arm, and strode to the window. Like most houses of that type, a ledge encircled each story, caused by the continuance of the window-ledges. CONAN kicked the window open and stepped out on that narrow band. If any had been near or awake, they would have witnessed the bizarre sight of a man moving carefully along the ledge, carrying a kicking, half-naked wench under his arm. They would have been no more puzzled than the girl.
Reaching the spot he sought, CONAN halted, gripping the wall with his free hand. Inside the building rose a sudden clamour, showing that the body had been discovered. His captive whimpered and twisted, renewing her importunities. CONAN glanced down into the muck and slime of the alley below; he listened briefly to the clamour inside and the pleas of the wench; then he dropped her with great accuracy into a cesspool. He enjoyed her kickings and flounderings the concentrated venom of her profanity for a few seconds, and even allowing himself a low rumble of laughter.
From, "Rogues in the House"
Page 194-5. "The Complete Chronicles of CONAN"
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