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A jar of pink roses upon a tiny table seemed to gain an extra delicacy of colour from the sombre curtains behind. 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. Only Gwen left a letter on the pincushion. ‘Eh bien, pig. “With your permission,” he said to Anna, “I shall arrange a bed for him where he is. \"Let's get out of here. "But, it strikes me, I've heard that Mrs.
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