\" She handed the ticket seller, a boy that looked to be all of eighteen years old, murder money that she had stolen from Dawn Plote's dead son, five dollars. "Yes, Auntie! And to date you have cost me precisely sixteen thousand dollars— hard earned, every one of them. By this time, the churchyard was crowded with spectators, some of whom dispersed in different directions in quest of the other robber. ‘I would read your body,’ he whispered, and lifted her fingers to his lips.
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