Stories … love stories: and to-morrow she would know the joy of reading them! It was almost unbelievable; it was too good to be true. She quickly strangled him with the piano wire as he looked at her, his lips open as if to scream, but his larynx had been intentionally sliced. The windows were grated, the doors barred; each room had the name as well as the appearance of a cell; and the very porter who stood at the gate, habited like a jailer, with his huge bunch of keys at his girdle, his forbidding countenance and surly demeanour seemed to be borrowed from Newgate. It wasn’t clear to me that I had to explain. Until he felt a sharpness digging into his coat at the point of his heart.
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