‘There was a priest, the father confessor, you understand. The gentleman didn't communicate his business to me. He never asked questions; he never addressed his companions; and frequently he took off his cap and wiped his forehead. Next to the executioner stood his wife—the former Mrs. Unlocking a cupboard, he then took out some cold meat and other viands, with a flask of wine, and a bottle of brandy, and began to eat and drink voraciously. It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat. "You can shave him, you know. Warm reality was now so near her she could hear it beating in her ears.
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