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But on Sunday he had been obliged to attend to certain matters for the nuns. "O Massa Ireton! Massa Wild!" ejaculated Caliban, "Shack Sheppart gone!" "Gone? you black devil!—Gone?" cried Ireton. Her father—man of rock—had never needed her, whereas Hoddy, even if he did not love her, would always be needing her. She killed every month, twelve a year, and was for all intents and purposes a serial killer of middle aged men. She directed him to an old part of the highway, a featureless stretch of old farmhouses capped in snow, with the occasional working silo. The thought allured him, and therein lay the danger.
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