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The island was snake-free. Nine years ago, I worked in this very house—had a kind indulgent master, whom I robbed—twice robbed, at your instigation, villain; a mistress, whom you have murdered; a companion, whose friendship I have for ever forfeited; a mother, whose heart I have well-nigh broken. This was the body of a man, apparently lifeless, and stretched upon a mattress, with his head bound up in a linen cloth, through which the blood had oosed. By a miracle, he averted its path, his hold on the girl’s mouth shifting fast to grasp her wrist. In mid-bite, she heard a car door slam that was recognizable. It makes me want to be just everything I CAN be to you.
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