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“No, I administered poisons to you according to the ancient tradition. CHAPTER XVIII The doctor reached for the key and studied it sombrely. ’ Abruptly, the niggling doubt that had been plaguing Lord Charvill came sweeping to the surface. The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. "The blood that has been spilt is that of his wife.
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