" "Perhaps I'm too tired to plan for to-morrow. Red velvet curtains rustled under dim lights as the door shut with a heavy snap. No, don’t interrupt me. And, now, to find a messenger. “I hope you realize,” he went on, in a lower and less assured tone, “that I am in earnest—very much in earnest. But you could have just as easily lost your womb in the Pestilence, and your life. " "I will. He talked very little and rather absently. “I murder people, John. Wood's dwelling,—a plain, substantial, commodious farm-house. But that's an infirmity shared by a great many sounder heads than mine. So he's come around, then? That's fine. He lifted her from the floor. She killed every month, twelve a year, and was for all intents and purposes a serial killer of middle aged men.
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