“My sister and I,” she said slowly, “have seen very little of each other lately. The clergyman, meanwhile, proceeded with the service, while the coffin was
deposited at the brink of the grave. She could smell
the sweet girl child he had buried in the garage in autumn,
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even under the frozen ground. ‘I am not a murderer. The venturous climber gazed for a moment at the
assemblage beneath, to ascertain that he was not discovered; and, having
satisfied himself in this particular, he stepped out more boldly. She had gladly lowered her eyes as she had been
instructed to in front of the fine ladies and lords, as she
was more interested in their clothing and fripperies than
their faces.
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