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The fashions of the day have become antiquated. She hated to leave; for this hour would be the most interesting. 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. What he intended to do with it is of little consequence now. He carried a small bag. He was a stranger. All four people moved a little nervously into the drawing-room, maintaining a sort of fluttered amiability of sound and movement. In one grave, mind. Rats and things crawling all over.
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