He fixed it. “Until you marry, Vee,” said Hetty. How can he help you?” She threw such a look upon him that even he, Sir John Ferringhall, carpetmerchant, hide-bound Englishman, slow-witted, pompous, deliberate, felt his heart beat to music. But it was not adieu, so she promised her old nurse. He kissed her fingers and grinned. Clean water. She screamed as she saw that their throats had been ripped out and their dead eyes bulged with horror as their heads lolled from mere strings of sinew and flesh.
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