I'd like to shake you until your bones rattled; but the bones of a Roundhead wouldn't rattle to any purpose. ‘Tell me the truth, Melusine. God forgive you!" "May He, indeed, forgive me!" returned Trenchard, crossing himself devoutly; "but my guilt is not the less heavy, because your child escaped. She killed every month, twelve a year, and was for all intents and purposes a serial killer of middle aged men. “No man can realize,” she said, “what that pit can be.
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