” Lucy said. " He smiled at her as he smiled at death, cheerfully. At this moment, Davies, who had completed his preparations, extinguished the torch. " With no little effort—for the right words had a way of tumbling back out of reach—he marshalled his phrases, and as he uttered them, closed his eyes to lessen the possibility of a break. The both of them puttering about the tidy two-story house, Lucy would serve them both steaming cups of tea in the front parlor. I can’t even make myself care. The blood will rest on your head.
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