The other lay unconscious in a heap. You seemed, he thought, to have some grievance which you would not explain and which he thought must arise from a misunderstanding. No one will ever love you as I love you now. We dine at seven-thirty. I don’t care. 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.
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