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. Arriving at the chapel, their wonder increased. The other was helping Trodger with his operation upstairs. "Where is your accursed master?" demanded Blueskin, holding the sword to his throat. “I knew you wouldn’t mind. Not a job he may care about; but he's a good sport. Yet she never once thought of changing it. The Red Room.
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