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’ Gerald could not resist. “My dear,” she said, when she could get her breath, “you must come home at once. "Don't weep, my love," replied the lady, straining him still more closely to her. It was a gorgeous May evening, the air redolent with the soapy purple scents of hyacinth and lilac. He drew her close up to him with a strong, steady pull. They were filthy after the burial. On this side was a razor with which a son had murdered his father; the blade notched, the haft crusted with blood: on that, a bar of iron, bent, and partly broken, with which a husband had beaten out his wife's brains.
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