“I killed him. Grandmothers and grandfathers and uncles and aunts … to love and to coddle lonely little girls. His countenance was pale as death, but not a muscle quivered; nor did he betray the slightest appearance of fear. Stop! we must shut the door, or they'll catch us. Well, my dear, it is time you stopped wallowing in your sorrows like a common wretch.
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