Just me and another girl named Krista who turned eighteen and left right about when I got there. When she occupied, it, it was neatness itself; the little porch was overrun with creepers—the garden trim and exquisitely kept. “It is a night of endings,” she murmured to herself. It was about twelve feet high, nine wide, and fourteen long; and was approached by double doors each six inches thick. Very likely you will disapprove highly of what I have done—I wonder? You may, perhaps, think I have done it just in a fit of childish petulance because my father locked me in when I wanted to go to a ball of which he did not approve. I do not desire to extenuate my guilt—far less to defend it; but I would show you, and such as you —who, happily, are exempted from trials like mine—how much misery has to do with crime. She doubted how she stood toward him and what the restrained gleam of his face might signify. Once again, he passed his hand over the surface and carefully noted all the obstacles.
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