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In truth, Sheila never saw Lucy murder anyone at all, she only saw the blood. The pouting cherry lips were slightly parted and the very faintest of panting breaths, together with the quick rise and fall of an alluring bosom, betrayed her fear. She was practically destitute of jewellery. She advanced, stabbing at him.
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