"The pocket-book you prigged contained the letters I wanted. Now he lay there, a doubled-up mass, with ugly distorted features, and a dark wet stain dripping slowly on to the carpet. Nay, for aught I know, some of them may even now have got scent of me. “Come in here a moment, will you, Blanche,” he said. But when he looked again, there she was! "I don't understand," he said, finally. I was sure you could not have the heart to slay a child—an innocent child.
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