Applying his ear to the keyhole, Jack listened, but could detect no sound. I saw him yesterday, and he told me he shouldn't stir from home for a week to come. Wood could stand it no longer. The young man's imagination suddenly pictured the man as a rock, loosed from its ancient bed, crumbling as it fell. A skeleton was propped against the mantelpiece. He was content to watch her accepting compliments and gaudy bouquets full of red roses, white carnations, and purple statice. Leaving the library by the same door she had first used to enter it earlier that day, she crossed the two little antechambers and moved on through the rooms.
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