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"I am only fit for such as him. The infant’s body, now missing its pulverized head, was still twitching among the blood-soaked ruins of corpses. Barleycorn had sent to the mat for the count of nine: unless the young fool's daddy had a bundle of coin. ‘She wormed it out of me, the little fiend. CHAPTER XXI. Her head dangled unnaturally for an instant, unleashed from its moorings, then sank to join her husband’s on the floor.
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