Audiobook/Narration - Canadian
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (Canadian-General) North American (General)Transcript
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the reason they want to see me is that I'm a celebrated murderous or that is what has been written down when I first saw it. I was surprised because they say celebrated singer and celebrated poetess and celebrated spiritualist and celebrated actress. But what is there to celebrate about murder all the same? Murderous is a strong word to have attached to you. It has a smell to it. That word musky and oppressive, like dead flowers in a vase. Sometimes at night I whispered over to myself, murderers murderous. But russell's like a taffeta skirt across the floor, murderer is merely brutal. It's like a hammer or a lump of metal. I would rather be a murderous than a murderer if those are my only choices. Sometimes when I am dusting the mirror with the grapes, I look at myself in it. Although I know it is vanity in the afternoon light of the parlor. My skin is a pale move like a faded bruise, and my teeth are greenish. I think of all the things that have been written about me that I am an inhuman female demon. I am an innocent victim of a blackguard forced against my will and in danger of my own life, that I was too ignorant to know how to act and that to hang me with the judicial murder, that I am fond of animals, that I am very handsome with a brilliant complexion, that I have blue eyes that I have green eyes that I have auburn and also brown hair that I am tall and also not above the average height that I am well and decently dressed, that I robbed a dead woman to appear. So that I am brisk and smart about my work, that I am of a selling disposition with a quarrelsome temper that I have the appearance of a person rather above my humble station. That I am a good girl, with a pliable nature, and no harm is told of me that I am cunning and devious, that I am soft in the head, and little better than an idiot. And I wonder how can I be all of these different things at once?