" On a shelf was placed a row of paint-jars; the contents of which had been daubed in rainbow streaks upon the adjacent closet and window sill. If I am to die in the attempt, then so be it. She turned quickly. There is a place—This isn’t the place. They were ingenious disguises of gilt paper destructively gummed, it would seem, to Ann Veronicas’ best dancing-slippers. She will die if she knows I have a gun. Love….
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