"Old Morgan the trader," she explained, "used to save me Tit-Bits. But the morning brought courage again, and those first intimations of horror vanished completely from her mind. Some one had once, in his hearing, called him a prig. 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. It’s John.
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