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"Only my darbies," returned Jack, clinking his chains. There was a gulf of eight years between her and the youngest of her brace of sisters—an impassable gulf inhabited chaotically by two noisy brothers. There was only one idea in his head now—to batter and bruise and crush this weakling, then cast him at the feet of his love-lorn wife. Away up on the hillside was the little country railway station. I sometimes laid away my father's clothes in his trunk. She had eaten them, murdered them routinely, and yet he loved her still. Always at your service. I am used, you understand, to guard my secret. That’s how things are; that’s the order of the world. The brilliant sunshine poured through the window, effecting an oblong block of mote-swimming light.
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