She opened the door with a neon colored key. 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. The operation was effected with so much rapidity and so little noise, that even if any one had been on the alert, he could scarcely have detected it. “I do hope I have been able to make you understand how I feel, that you don’t consider me a hopeless prig. How Jonathan Wild's House was burnt down. Maggot.
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