The evening was warm and inviting, one meant to be spent outdoors. Wood in a sharp tone. Her knees almost sank beneath her as she raised the latch of the front door and looked out. The grate was full of fluttering ashes of burnt paper, and the easy chair near the fire had evidently been used. ‘And why have you not arrested him? Do not tell me you have allowed him to escape you.
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