" "Then, most probably, it was the widow Sheppard," answered Blueskin, sulkily. ” Michelle said, tossing her glossy ponytail defiantly. "What of that," rejoined Jonathan. By the side of her plate was a small key. The doorbell tinkled and Michelle grabbed her purse and rushed down the creaky wooden stairs.
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