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Forgetting her occupation
in her anger, she left off bathing Darrell's wrist; and, squeezing his arm so tightly
that the boy winced with pain, she clapped her right hand upon her hip, and
turned, with flashing eyes and an inflamed countenance, towards her crest-fallen
spouse. We shall take an eternal farewell of each other. Wood. You are your nephew's
executioner, or he is yours. Managers and accountants are always shifting about, so he tells me. We'll
have some fun down there at my place, Spurlock; but we'll probably bore your
wife to death. ‘We needn’t murder Lucia. At a little distance
from the party, sat a tall, sinister-looking personage, with harsh inflexible
features, a gaunt but muscular frame, and large bony hands.
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