A neat tale, giving little away. The Return 231 II. The gallant woollen-draper was now in his thirty-sixth year. This getting up at dawn—real dawn—and working until seven was a distinct novelty. Diane did not hear the footsteps on her brick patio or the audible click of the back door lock being compromised. ” She stopped. ” Diane’s voice resonated up the stairs.
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