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The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. "To be sure I will, my child. Wood, now more buxom and more gorgeously arrayed than ever,—as well as a young and beautiful female, in whom he was at no loss to recognise the carpenter's daughter. His obtuse hands punched and jabbed at her uselessly, then he throttled her neck with the last of his strength. I could see his little animal brain churning away, inventing plans for me, formulating his revenge. I only wish he was not a Papist and a Jacobite. She fell into a deep delirium, whispering hoarsely to her dead mother, cursing God in Heaven, cursing her doctor, cursing herself as apparitions of devils and demons pulled at her with yellow ochre hands.
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