She drew up a chair and sat down, putting her palm on the damp, cold forehead. I consented to become Mrs. Almost at once she had comprehended that she was expected to write down her name and address, which she did, in slanting cobwebby lettering, perhaps a trifle laboriously. Attracted by the odour of the latter dainty, a hungry cat had contrived to scratch open the paper in which it was wrapped, displaying the following words in large characters:—"THE HISTORY OF THE FOUR KINGS, OR CHILD'S BEST GUIDE TO THE GALLOWS. “Look here, father,” she said, with a change in her voice, “suppose I won’t stand it?” He regarded her as though this was a new idea. Michelle looked at her pathetically. I don’t think I’ve got illusions, nor you. “It is a night of endings,” she murmured to herself.
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