It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately acted within its walls. His hand shook so violently that he dropped the handkerchief; and he let it lie on the floor because he dared not stoop. “I suppose you’ll come to the point soon—if there is one. III. ” He began. ” Michelle squinted conspiratorially.
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