And Then There Were None Chapter 5
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Anthony Marston, in the height of his youth and manhood, had seemed like a being who was immortal. And now, crumpled and broken, he lay on the floor.
They exchanged good-nights on the upper landing. Each of them went into his or her own room, and each of them automatically, almost without conscious thought, locked the door...
The shrunken lips fell in. It was a cruel mouth now, cruel and predatory.
That's a rum go! I could have sworn there were ten of them."
"Best of an island is once you get there - you can't go any further... you've come to the end of things..."
Death was for - the other people...
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