There are unwritten laws governing human conduct. ‘This is not love, Marthe. The flowers upon the mantel-shelf were withered and drooping—she had gathered them. You must forgive the poet’s license I take. She quickly strangled him with the piano wire as he looked at her, his lips open as if to scream, but his larynx had been intentionally sliced. The conversation which her entrance had interrupted began to buzz again all around her.
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