I never intended it to be anything but a short story, for I had never completed even the shortest of stories unless forced to in grammar school. It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately acted within its walls. ’ He glanced at the portrait behind her.
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