“I murdered them, John. “You must have heard—have you—oh, tell
me, won’t you?” she begged. The bodies had been found in the
river without their heads, which were busy decomposing
in a ravine. Enough to
let her find out a piece of information most urgent. He might call
her wife, but she refused to give him his wedding night. She was
breathing hard, dragging for air, half in fright and half because the sudden effort
had used up what little air she had managed to draw so briefly. 167
“True love is forever, isn’t it?” It was something a
child would say, a phrase she had seen scratched on
bathroom walls and maple trees, but it made her sad. ‘That’s not much comfort. "Now, give me the woollen cloth to tie round my fetters," whispered Sheppard.
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