May I know your name?’ The lady eyed him. How is she?” “My sister is quite well, thank you,” she answered. It was owing to the untimely end of this poor fellow that Mrs. 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. Loneliness—something that was almost physical: as if the vitality had been taken out of the air she breathed. This too shall pass. If all wives were of my mind and my spirit, husbands would soon be taught their own insignificance. A familiar figure was making his way towards them. But I'll tell you about him some other time.
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