" "But, mother, mayn't I sit up to see whether Thames returns?" implored Winifred. She went across to the little window again, her back to Melusine. 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. The fee is owed to the owner of the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark, but he has agreed to donate royalties under this paragraph to the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation. But I was portentous, I can assure you.
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