Her husband was drinking in the tavern with the other guests. Before she put on her sun-helmet, she paused before the mirror. She was quite the rage, in a small way, you know. At this moment, Blueskin appeared with the lamp, and revealed a horrible spectacle,—the floor deluged with blood,—various articles of furniture upset,—papers scattered about,—the murdered man's cloak, trampled upon, and smeared with gore,—his hat, crushed and similarly stained,—his sword,—the ensanguined cloth,—with several other ghastly evidences of the slaughterous deed. What would happen when confronted by the actual? He was young; she was also young and physically beautiful—his lawful wife. His gaze dropped to the black garment that covered her. ’ ‘But you don’t look anything like her,’ burst out Mrs Ibstock.
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