“I’m going to put ye in the cold pantry until I know better what to do with’ee, dear,” Coral said. It’s killing him!”Cuthbert nodded and stepped forward. She had folded it small, blew out her lamp, and returned to bed with the note safely tucked under her pillow. “We only talked five minutes in all, but once I looked at him and thought it was the old bastard from Ritzy—the one I shot.
He watched in it as she burned. Greedy old ka, how I hate it!”“Susan—”“No, say no more. Depape and Reynolds drew their guns as the old crone stepped out, blinking against the sunlight like something that’s spent its whole life in a cave. “Who was Susan?” Susannah asked.
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