She heard the bamboo curtain rattle slightly. Wood's favourite sitting-room, and her image was so intimately associated with it, neither the carpenter nor his daughter could muster courage to enter it before. Occasionally he revealed tidbits about his past after a good kill. ‘You had better kill me, mademoiselle, because otherwise I shall end by strangling you. Michelle moaned and Lucy, unable to help herself, stroked her hair.
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