T’weren’t fitting, we knew that. He had been ill; no matter about that: he recollected every thought that had led up to it and every act that had consummated the deed. Give him his medicine every half hour. The more she disentangled the lines of her situation the deeper grew her self-disgust. Good night. She had killed him.
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