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Suddenly she thrust her head out of the window. ”
“I suppose people would say that it is a matter of temperament,” she continued. "Constance is yet living. “I didn’t know you were half-Gypsy
either. 272
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EPILOGUE
She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack
swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming
silver in their starkness. As it is not, however, our intention to furnish a
complete catalogue of these curiosities, we shall merely mention that in front of
them lay a large and sharp knife, once the property of the public executioner, and
used by him to dissever the limbs of those condemned to death for high-treason;
together with an immense two-pronged flesh-fork, likewise employed by the
same terrible functionary to plunge the quarters of his victims in the caldrons of
boiling tar and oil. He knew. Now, more and more, we’re going to be
interested in them, to be curious about them and—quite mildly-experimental
with them. . She sat on the edge of the bed
—the wardress was too busy with the flood of arrivals that day to discover that
she had it down—and her skin was shivering from the contact of these garments. The scent of cloying pine dust filled the air as
floodlights shone eerily through the jungle gym of new
wood.
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