” He coughed gently. My will is executed, and placed in safe custody. ” She looked at him for a moment with fire in her eyes. Earles protested, seating himself before the desk, and dipping his pen in the ink. He did not know—and probably never would unless she told him—that it was very easy (and comfortable for a woman) to fall into slatternly ways in this latitude. He saw the flames burst from the windows, and perhaps in that maddening spectacle suffered torture equivalent to some of the crimes he had committed. ” He dabbed with his paper-weight again, and spoke in an entirely indifferent tone.
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