Gerald swore. "It's all over," groaned Wood, "and perhaps it's as well her senses are gone. “Why won’t you sleep in my bed tonight, Lucia, where 80 it’s warm?” He asked her one night, teasing but mournful, as she stood in her bedroom doorway in a long white gown. If you could see how it gives them souls, women who have taken things for granted, who have given themselves up altogether to pettiness and vanity. She met his eyes for a moment, and could not interpret their expression. You need not be afraid. I know not who you are; and, as I cannot discern your face, I may be doing you an injustice. She could still smell the now familiar scent of him on the girl's body in the makeshift grave.
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