txt or 15614-8. She gaped at its keep, at least ten feet tall, a frightening gray coffin turned upright. If you’ve got anything to say, you must say it to your aunt—” “But look here, daddy!” He flapped the Times at her with an imperious gesture. Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved. The tropical dawn is swift. There are some papers I have to look through to-night—important papers. Fearful that she had given herself away, she sank back down onto her stool.
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