“Then let me be the judge of what is best,” she answered. From her stomacher, to which it was attached by a multitude of glittering steel chains, depended an immense turnip-shaped watch, in a pinchbeck case. Blood, they say, won't come out. “I’m damned if I’ll believe it,” he muttered to himself savagely. He was Julian five years younger, the spitting image. And they had an idea of what men were like behind all their nicety. Twenty guineas, mind. There were mysterious sounds, all of them musical. 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.
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