She went about the gory business of disposing of the bodies, cutting them up with a large butcher knife and packing the light dry pieces of their bloodless remains in a double ply garbage bag, pieces that looked like overcooked, ruined meat. John looked at his feet bashfully. ” “Oh Jesus. Won't you, Jack?" "That I will," answered Sheppard, eagerly. He glanced downwards at the impetuous torrent, which he could perceive shooting past him with lightning swiftness in the gloom. Sydney was watching her eagerly.
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