When the twins had first come to live in the 208 house, they were thin and bony, their tiny mouths crying for food. ‘Woof!’ uttered Trodger, gazing at the lady in some awe. One Friday afternoon, in this pleasant month, it chanced that Mr. She stared down at them from a high window, peering down at their moonlit faces in the bed heavy with furs, the same bed where she had given birth to Gianfrancesco’s dead son. She paced restlessly to the door and back again, biting her tongue on the hot words begging to be uttered. Ennison seemed to feel already the shadow of tragedy approaching.
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