Supposing the wire should break and her head tumble off her shoulders into the street? The whimsey caused another smile to ripple across her lips. She reached a tiny yellow-fronted cottage covered with flowering creepers, and entered the front room by the wide-open window. She gained her room, and slammed her door and locked it as though she feared violence and pursuit. Her concluding paragraph was, on the whole, perhaps, hardly starchy enough. The freezing water lapped around her ankles as she ran along its edge, marveling at the thousands of tiny white spiral shells the tide had brought in.
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