"Ay, murder him, if you like the term," returned Wild. She would take the items with her; bury the items and her bloodstained clothes in one of the many sinkholes in the huge landfill/garbage dump on the south side of town. "Woman, your wits are fled!" And so it seemed; for all the answer she could make was to murmur distractedly, "I can't find the key. Lucy was charmed; how peaceful the baby looked. She was finally dead, going to Hell. She was to be a Corsair’s Bride.
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