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’” “Yes?” “I think—yes, I went on in a pleasing blend of the casual and sotto voce, ‘The fact of it is, sir, I happen to be your son-in-law, Capes. The sun was rising, illuminating the trees in black as if they were drawn in ink. Because of the woman’s pregnant status, a panic had spread in the county that a serial murderer was afoot, but she had made sure to copy the crimes of a famous serial killer that she had read about in the paper to cover herself and mislay blame. Anna was singing as she used to sing. They were both dressed in every respect alike. She did not open the Bible but laid it on the edge of the bed, knelt and rested her forehead upon the worn leather cover. She was marvellously pretty, but he was not quite sure—yet—that it was advisable for him to sit with her in so public a place.
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