What she did not know, and what she was never to know, was that the divine fire was hers. She carried herself well, whereas her brother slouched, and there was a certain aristocratic dignity about her that she had acquired through her long engagement to a curate of family, a scion of the Wiltshire Edmondshaws. She’s hated me for no apparent reason ever since Fourth Grade. That's a queer yarn. I found the door locked as usual, but when we entered this room everything was as you see.
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