A stout female stood in the aperture, an oil lamp in her hand. She forbade him to escape to his workshop in the basement during those times, denying him his one and only hobby. His high brow was what caused all the ladies in town to covet him, it radiated intelligence but also something more primal. Your lamented mother, whose loss I shall ever deplore, perceived my passion and encouraged it. I am certainly no ghost. But it was hopelessly hard to put. As soon as he had read it, he let it fall from his grasp.
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