There was no keeping Sheila from the truth, and it was better that anyone who lived under her roof knew it. Anything that drew attention to her must be avoided. Quilt, who was an ardent lover of mischief, could not help laughing most heartily at the rueful appearance of these personages. She had eaten them, murdered them routinely, and yet he loved her still. They were filthy after the burial. I have the right also to throw you out. "'Tis a cruel thing you've done, lad.
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