’ ‘What son?’ asked Roding. ’ Gerald eyed her. Her aunt had a once exasperating habit of interrupting her work with demands for small household services, but now Ann Veronica rendered them with a queer readiness of anticipatory propitiation. John moved closer to her, getting up from his roost by one bench, he joined her at the bench where she sat. The infant’s body, now missing its pulverized head, was still twitching among the blood-soaked ruins of corpses. ’ Gerald started. A pair of startled blue eyes looked up into his. A terrible spectacle was presented to the young man's gaze:—the floor deluged with blood—the mangled and lifeless body of Mrs.
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