Lavinia Fisher

A murdering hostel-keeper [Begin quote:]

And in the nearby countryside at a cold harbor inn known as the Six
Mile House, Lavinia Fisher was nearing the end of her vulture-like
career of hospitality. Scores of unsuspecting travelers rested
uneasily in shallow, lime-filled pits beneath the windows of the rooms
they had rented.

The frenzied murderess gave herself away when she ordered her plans on
a timid, fretting husband. A sleepless, would-be victim overheard his
fate through the walls of his dismal moon- steeped room and escaped.

Soon enough Lavinia and her husband John sat in a moon-steeped vault
of the city jail on Magazine Street Did Denmark Vesey chuckle when he
watched Lavinia Fisher walk by? Perhaps she chuckled at him.

And the day of execution came. On this miasmal morn Lavinia Fisher
climbed the steps up the gallows in her white wedding dress. Husband
John fretted no more, dead already above. With a tenderness born of
her madness, she kissed his lips and turned an eager eye upon the
swollen crowd.

"If any of you have a message for the Devil," she called into the
people and the wind, "give it to me, for I am about to meet him!" And
then she was gone.

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