” He leaned back in his chair as though wearied. Drawing a pistol, and unclosing his lantern with the quickness of thought, he then burst through an open trap-door into a small loft. She could smell the sweet girl child he had buried in the garage in autumn, 1 even under the frozen ground. The chair is in the veranda.
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