I spoke a thought aloud. The chair is in the veranda. ‘How did you get in? The house is all locked up. Her hair, once red, faded to a thin gray that she kept cut into a practical short bob. Perhaps some one had kissed the brow that was now so cadaverous, rubbed that sunken cheek with loving fingers, held that stringy neck with passionately living hands. With the same inducements we should all do the same thing.
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