It had ceased raining, but the atmosphere was moist and chill, and the ground deluged by the recent showers. This farewell had been particularly distasteful to him. 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. I want to enrich it with hangings and gladden it with verses. I’m not discussing Shakespeare. Wood's reply, if he intended any, was cut short by a loud knocking at the door. There was no one stirring in the flats. She pulled herself together and put her eye to the eye-piece. She took up one of her father’s novels and put it down again, fretted up to her own room for some work, sat on her bed and meditated upon the room that she was now really abandoning forever, and returned at length with a stocking to darn. It's a pity you wouldn't give me the prescription instead of the medicine, so I could have it filled nearer home. She saw Lucy darkening her doorstep and stood from the recliner. You dear, dear girl.
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