Supper was quickly served; the oldest bottle of wine was brought from the cellar; the strongest barrel of ale was tapped; but not one of the party could eat or drink—their hearts were too full. They had as many designations as grades. The Night-Cellar XVIII. The infant’s body, now missing its pulverized head, was still twitching among the blood-soaked ruins of corpses. Faugh!” She took up the last morsel of roll, and held it delicately between her long slim fingers.
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