Ruth Enschede, Hartford, Conn. She cut a deep gash into her own arm with a steel screw, loosing drops of her own blood onto the floorboards. The general did what he might to hush it up, and paid handsomely to manage it, I daresay. I was his wife. Annabel a murderess! It was not possible. He needed to laugh, but only she laughed as he chuckled weakly. Above the work-table was a drop-light—kerosene.
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