“Often,” he repeated, a little heavily. She imagined descending the stairs, hearing Mike’s uproarious laughter as she peeked around a vacant corner with a lump in her throat. "Had I not been the guilty wretch I am," he cried, bursting into an agony of tears, "she would never have died thus. His clothes were smartly pressed, his linen white, his jaws cleanly shaven; but the day would come when he would grow indifferent to bodily cleanliness. That is why I am here.
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