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Chapter 8
I was free. Free from her, who tortured me for years, not only physically but rather psychologically, it came to me since that day so as though a steel chain glided from my soul, so that those could breathe freely again. Still, I saw her corpse in front of me. Lying on the floor, with the glance to the floor and any grace and pride were diminished from her facial features, the death was not take only the life but also all what belonged to it, the soul. If she had so obsessed certainly one that was merely pasted if she had other people punished. She hadn´t only punished me, also their servants and maidservants and our friends, if one could call them so, everyone who had built up a deeper relationship with her, she had devoured near the alive body and first after her death she had spited they out. At the castle it existed for her death a laughter which wasn´t to get under, which moved even me into marvel.
Satisfied I leaned me back. By my sides sat the two commissioners they looked out of the open window to the very distant fields. The sun shone as bright as ever before, to me it seemed as though a shadow has been redeemed from her, as well as I.
“Now it is official, you are released and your wife has even after her death get what she deserved”, said Mr. Cemford amuses. “Gentlemen, can I serve the tea?” It sounded now behind us. Charlotte appeared with a tray, on it were both a jug and three of white porcelain cups. She presented each of us a cup and poured out one after another then the tea.
"At the end of this wonderful history," said Cemford and lifted his cup to engaging. "Yes, at the end of this whole story," Andre and I echoten and also lifted our cups. With an icy smile on the lips, I emptied the cup in slow trains, the contents of that cup was black tea.
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