Chock-full of her strange tales.
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Sudden I heard a voice that cried, "Come here!
I want to look at you."
I, turning, saw, curled in an easy chair,
One sitting well wrapped up, as if from cold,
Her cheeks were peachy, and her fluffy hair
Was of the tawny gold.
She, flashing forth a Circe smile, began:
"I murdered men for fun—it was my trade;