\" Lucy said as they ascended the steps. \" She handed the ticket seller, a boy that looked to be all of eighteen years old, murder money that she had stolen from Dawn Plote's dead son, five dollars. It has been purchased by blood!" "What! have you cut old Wood's throat?" asked Wild, with great unconcern, as he took up the bag. She dropped the locket into its sweet hiding place. “All right?” asked the man with the light eyelashes, suddenly appearing in the doorway.
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