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“I
don’t mind, of course, your seeing her sometimes, still there are differences—
differences in social atmospheres. A feeling of inexplicable awe crept over the carpenter as the
sounds died away. "And so this is a diamond," added he, contemplating the brilliant
from the hollow of his hand: "it does sparkle almost as brightly as your ogles. 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. She
became aware that at regular intervals a light flashed upon her face and a
bodiless eye regarded her, and this, as the night wore on, became a torment. She went about, intentlooking and self-possessed, trim and fine, concealing her emotions whatever
they were, as the realities of her position opened out before her.
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