She could still smell the now familiar scent of him on the girl's body in the makeshift grave. “Now isn’t this nice!” that lady exclaimed. Already she had sent him twenty pounds, and never written to explain to him why it was she had not sent it back sharply directly he returned it. If we don’t live it will think we are afraid of it. She directed him to an old part of the highway, a featureless stretch of old farmhouses capped in snow, with the occasional working silo.
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