On this side was a razor with which a son had murdered his father; the blade notched, the haft crusted with blood: on that, a bar of iron, bent, and partly broken, with which a husband had beaten out his wife's brains. “Look here, father,” she said, with a change in her voice, “suppose I won’t stand it?” He regarded her as though this was a new idea. " "Who are you!" demanded the fugitive, sternly. She hit the villain with it. And here he was first visited by that genius which, in his subsequent career, prompted him to so many bold and successful attempts. “Hand me the Jergens lotion, will you? How’d it go with John?” She asked.
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