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. Her eyes were soft and blue, arched over by dark brows, and fringed by long silken lashes. But when she was thinking it over in her room that evening vague and baffling doubts came drifting across this conviction. Her amusement fled and she stared at him, as a slow thump began beating at her breast. His face was a little flushed perhaps, and his small, brown eyes were bright. Your mother, for instance, couldn’t. I hope that you did not permit her to feed?” “But I did! I did!” She sobbed. She felt herself falling, her bile rising in her 61 throat, the cold wind spinning around her like vertigo.
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