Look at these walls. 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. . ” Diane’s voice resonated up the stairs. She remained for some seconds crouching at the fender, poker in hand. From where had he come, and why? An author! To her he would be no less interesting because he was unsuccessful. Again he rushed. You jumped, and I think that you left me. " Amazed at the boy's assurance, Wood left off boxing his ears for a moment, and, looking at him steadfastly, said in a grave tone, "Jack, Jack, you'll come to be hanged!" "Better be hanged than hen-pecked," retorted the lad with a malicious grin.
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