The door leading to the front of the house was stealthily opening. “You will not object,” he said, glancing towards her, “to accepting a deposit. She packed her backpack with a change of clothes, some rags, and her old length of piano wire. They used the rope—not that a rope was at all necessary, but because Ann Veronica’s exalted state of mind made the fact of the rope agreeably symbolical; and, anyhow, it did insure a joint death in the event of some remotely possibly mischance.
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