Come close to me, and let me hold your hand, dear. He looked at her for a moment in a puzzled sort of way. But don't thank me; thank Miss Enschede. 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. ‘How disappointing,’ mourned Gerald. He seemed years younger, and the arrangement of his tie and hair were almost rakish. . ” Ennison laughed softly.
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