“I must explain to her. 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 must see him to-night. Sheppard towards an appalling object in one corner. Wood, regarding her husband with a glance of vindictive triumph. Sheila was often a terror to her husband Mark, who seemed afraid of her.
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