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The Devil's Work Sweet Jane had a voice like an aged angry mule and the figure of a tuber root well cooked. But they loved her everyone for the comfort of her touch upon the oddities each had thought unknown. Then she married one of coldness much beyond the human kind and he killed her with a look of blank disdain. Have you done now Sweetly Jane said the devil to her soul. Have you done now healing wounds not your own? But she hadn't and she healed him with a sweeping touch of hand and the devil's work is ever simply done. |
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