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"
Lavinia
,
you
don
’
t
believe
all
that
about
the
Lonely
One
,
do
you
?
"
"
Those
women
like
to
see
their
tongues
dance
.
"
"
Just
the
same
,
Hattie
McDollis
was
killed
two
months
ago
,
Roberta
Ferry
the
month
before
,
and
now
Elizabeth
Ramsell
’
s
disappeared
.
.
.
"
"
Hattie
McDollis
was
a
silly
girl
,
walked
off
with
a
traveling
man
,
I
bet
.
"
"
But
the
others
,
all
of
them
,
strangled
,
their
tongues
sticking
out
their
mouths
,
they
say
.
"
They
stood
upon
the
edge
of
the
ravine
that
cut
the
town
half
in
two
.
Behind
them
were
the
lit
houses
and
music
,
ahead
was
deepness
,
moistness
,
fireflies
and
dark
.
"
Maybe
we
shouldn
’
t
go
to
the
show
tonight
,
"
said
Francine
.
"
The
Lonely
One
might
follow
and
kill
us
.
I
don
’
t
like
that
ravine
.
Look
at
it
,
will
you
!
"
Lavinia
looked
and
the
ravine
was
a
dynamo
that
never
stopped
running
,
night
or
day
;
there
was
a
great
moving
hum
,
a
bumbling
and
murmuring
of
creature
,
insect
,
or
plant
life
.
"
It
smelled
like
a
greenhouse
,
of
secret
vapors
and
ancient
,
washed
shales
and
quicksands
.
And
always
the
black
dynamo
humming
,
with
sparkles
like
great
electricity
where
fireflies
moved
on
the
air
.
"
It
won
’
t
be
me
coming
back
through
this
old
ravine
tonight
late
,
so
darned
late
;
it
’
ll
be
you
,
Lavinia
,
you
down
the
steps
and
over
the
bridge
and
maybe
the
Lonely
One
there
.
"
