Her aunt, a faded, anæmic-looking lady of
somewhat too obtrusive gentility, was still sitting with her hand pressed to her
heart. "
"That likeness is the chief cause of my misery," replied the widow, shuddering. This he
accomplished by holding the chain that connected them firmly between his teeth,
and squeezing his fingers as closely together as possible, succeeded in drawing
his wrists through the manacles. The scent of cloying pine dust filled the air as
floodlights shone eerily through the jungle gym of new
wood. Hadn’t they settled that already?
“I want you as a friend,” he persisted, almost as if he disputed something. ”
“Oh, you mean Mr. He
came to her at once, and turning, walked by her side.
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