FLEEING
Making up bedsheets with which to wrap the corpse.
corpse? Oh well, flowers and ducks will have to do.
There's nothing like this anywhere else, and
I'm really so happy you came. Sit down.
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Let me look this over : fourteen pages of a
too-dense script to tell me now I am left with
nothing? Why this way? I used to be a rich
man, now the pilgrims want be dead as well.
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This is just too much. I can't take any more.
Unlock that center door and let's push out the
horses; we can ride all night, and still make
Norton's Crossing by tomorrow noon.
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