“It’s my fault. "Yes, your son, Madam. A conviction that her sister’s words were true had from the first possessed her. That's my maxim; and it's the maxim of every honest man. Diane did not hear the footsteps on her brick patio or the audible click of the back door lock being compromised. This "fatal retreat for the unfortunate brave" was marked by a low wooden railing, within which stood the triple tree.
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