She went about the gory business of disposing of the bodies, cutting them up with a large butcher knife and packing the light dry pieces of their bloodless remains in a double ply garbage bag, pieces that looked like overcooked, ruined meat. Divide the money between you, and wear the ornaments for my sake. I declare I'm almost afraid to go to the door. She could not see clearly. “I murdered them, John. Remain at the door, Nab," he added, loitering for a moment behind the others, "and let no one in, or out. Why on earth couldn’t he leave her to grow in her own way? Her pride rose at the bare thought of return. The island was snake-free.
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