“But if you knew anything of that—”
“I did. She was unusually soft and gentle in her manner to
him. He felt like a boy again, the taste for adventures was keen upon his palate, the
whole undiscovered world of rhythmical things, of love and poetry and passion
seemed again to him a real and actual place, and he himself an adventurer upon
the threshold. 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. It's a long time since we met, eight years and
more. But if you wouldn't have me positively dislike Jack Sheppard, you'll
never mention such a subject again. Ann Veronica sat firelit by her tea-tray with, quite
unconsciously, the air of an expert hostess.
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