It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately acted within its walls. He was a London man of business, spending a small legacy in Paris. “Sufficient unto me is the change thereof,” he said, with all the effect of an epigram. “The young women of Jane Austen’s time didn’t get into this sort of scrape! At least—one thinks so. This—’ waving an imperious hand in a sweeping arc about the library ‘—is my house. Spurling, squeezing Jack's arm, and pushing him towards the door, "and, don't come here again.
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