We men are like children. Cut to pieces —slashed—bloodied. “I murdered them, John. What hotel should she go to? If she told a cabman to drive to an hotel, any hotel, what would he do—or say? He might drive to something dreadfully expensive, and not at all the quiet sort of thing she required. As usual, however, on the occasion of any great calamity, a crowd was scouring the streets, whose sole object was plunder.
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