Good Evening, Alyona Ivanova I have come ... I have brought something... We better step inside for better light
The silver cigarette case: I spoke of it last time
But why my good sir all of a minute... what is it?
Trying to untie the string and turning to the window, to the light, she left him altogether for a few seconds and turned her back towards him ... He had not more then a minute to lose, he pulled the axe quiet out and swung the axe.
It does not seem like silver somehow, the way he has it wrapped up
He laid the axe on the ground near the dead body and felt at once in her pocket- the same right hand pocket which she had taken the key during his last visit
In the middle of the room stood Lizaveta, gazing with superfaction at her murdered sister, white as a sheet and seeming not to have the strength to let out a cry
She began slowly backing away from him into the corner, but still uttered no sound. He rushed at her with the axe ... The axe fell with the sharp edge just at the skull split at one blow at the top of her head
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