Lamb to the Slaughter
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- And I know it’s kind of a bad time to be telling you, bet there simply wasn’t any other way. Of course I’ll give you money and see you’re looked after. But there needn’t really be any fuss. I hope not anyway. It wouldn’t be very good for my job.
- I'll get the supper.
- ( /+ )( /+# ( /+ )( /+# “This is going to be a bit of a shock to you, I’m afraid,” he said. “But I’ve thought about it a good deal and I’ve decided the only thing to do is tell you right away. I hope you won’t blame me too much.”(Dahl, 2) /+ ) /+
- Hellu Sam!
- Why, good evening, Mrs. Maloney!
- She couldn’t feel anything at all- except a slight nausea and a desire to vomit. Everything was automatic now-down the steps to the cellar, the light switch, the deep freeze, the hand inside the cabinet taking hold of the first object it met. She lifted it out, and looked at it. It was wrapped in paper, so she took off the paper and looked at it again. A leg of lamb. (Dahl, 3)
- Is he dead?
- At that point, Mary Maloney simply walked up behind him and without any pause she swung the big frozen leg of lamb high in the air and brought it down as hard as she could on the back of his head. (Dahl, 3)
- That’s the hell of a big club the gut must’ve used to hit poor Patrick
- The doc says his skull was smashed all to pieces just like from a sledgehammer
- That was better. Both the smile and the voice were coming out better now. She rehearsed it several times more. Then she ran downstairs, took her coat, went out the back door, down the garden, into the street. “Hullo Sam,” she said brightly, smiling at the man behind the counter.“Why, good evening, Mrs. Maloney. How’re you?” (Dahl, 4)
- Briefly, she told her story about going out to the grocer and coming back to find him on the floor. While she was talking, crying and talking, Noonan discovered a small patch of congealed blood on the dead man’s head. He showed it to O’Malley who got up at once and hurried to the phone. (Dahl, 5)
- There was a good deal of hesitating among the four policemen, but they were clearly hungry, and in the end they were persuaded to go into the kitchen and help themselves. The woman stayed where she was, listening to them speaking among themselves, their voices thick and sloppy because their mouths were full of meat. (Dahl, 7)
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