For a few minutes, she appeared scarcely sensible of his presence. He was no longer in military uniform, and it was evident from his suit of brown brocade that he had been disturbed while preparing for an evening engagement. This isn't your island, child; it's the great world. The fact itself is regrettable enough—regrettable, I fear, is quite an inadequate word. Hugging them, they crept stealthily around the house, Major Alderley leading, and wasting—so his captain acidly commented—a deal of time checking the windows and doors. “Please go and see that—nothing happens,” she pleaded. She went about the gory business of disposing of the bodies, cutting them up with a large butcher knife and packing the light dry pieces of their bloodless remains in a double ply garbage bag, pieces that looked like overcooked, ruined meat.
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