She accepted his rejoinder with a brief nod. "On my soul, yes," rejoined Jonathan. “I’m not the Devil. Let the law put its hand on his shoulder—if it could! But at present he was at liberty, and he purposed to remain in that state. It was of no use, she let him do it as she could not be strangled. So it will be wise for Mrs. “But Sebastian! I need them!” He smiled, not a smile of comfort, but a smile of terrible menace. A few seasons went by where he initiated her into the disgusting rituals of killing and eating human beings, a dark time where she pined for a rescuer who never arrived. A time may come when this little chap will need my aid, and, depend upon it, he shall never want a friend in Owen Wood.
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