“It isn’t a joke,” she said. 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. He would always be her friend, too. I dared not sing, I dared not laugh, except when you went away.
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