"Poor Jack!" cried Winifred, burying her face in her lover's bosom. The man was dangerous. And now she had sent Jack away. On this side was a razor with which a son had murdered his father; the blade notched, the haft crusted with blood: on that, a bar of iron, bent, and partly broken, with which a husband had beaten out his wife's brains. I feel that I shall stifle unless I can do something—and do something soon. She was finally dead, going to Hell.
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