The Haunting of Hill House
"It was the custom, rigidly adhered to," Luke said, turning the brandy in his glass, "for the public executioner, before a quartering, to outline his knife strokes in chalk upon the belly of his victim--for fear of a slip, you understand."
I would like to hit her with a stick, Eleanor thought, looking down on Theodora's head beside her chair; I woud like to batter her with rocks.
"An exquisite refinement, exquisite Because of course the chalk strokes would have been amost unbearable, excruciating, if the victim were ticklish."
I hate her, Eleanor thought, she sickens me; she is all washed and clean and wearing my red sweater.
"When the death was by hanging in chains, howeer, the executioner..."
"Nell?" Theodora looked up at her and smiled. "I really am sorry, you know," she said.
I would like to watch her dying, Eleanor thought, and smiled back and said, "Don't be silly."
I am home.
"Walled up alive." Eleanor began to laugh again at their stone faces. "Walled up alive," she said. "I want to stay here."