” She laid her fingers upon his arm, and they both stood still. "I will bear the body. ‘I—I mean, she were—’ ‘Pretty as a picture?’ suggested Gerald. She struggled not to be afraid. 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. But the fall was too great, and he abandoned the attempt. He had scarcely completed his toilet, when he was startled by a noise at the door, and heard his own name pronounced in no friendly accents.
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