“I ought to look up Gwen,” she said. " "Stand off, Poll," rejoined the woollen-draper; "I don't want to hurt you. She calls him a pig, and she says he ain’t Valade. " He drew down the lamp and blew it out, and followed her into the night, more lovely than he had ever imagined night to be. She went about the gory business of disposing of the bodies, cutting them up with a large butcher knife and packing the light dry pieces of their bloodless remains in a double ply garbage bag, pieces that looked like overcooked, ruined meat. “I am too much in earnest,” he answered, “to be able to take this matter lightly.
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