‘Alias Grace’ by Margaret Atwood

'Murderess, murderess, he whispers to himself. It has an allure, a scent almost. Hothouse gardenias. Lurid, but also furtive. He imagines himself breathing it as he draws Grace towards him, pressing his mouth against her. Murderess. He applies it to her throat like a brand'. Alias Grace by Margaret Atwood, Pg.453 Based on the true story …

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