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The folds of a thick muslin neckcloth in some degree protected him, but the gash was desperate. Wood a very free-and-easy sort of stare, winked at Mr. Jests are not for seasons like this. 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. She read the policeman’s rueful glance when she caught his refection in his rearview mirror. "O God!" he exclaimed, "I am severely punished.
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