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sitting-room table preparatory to doing them up. She could think of but one thing more which she must take - a cabinet photograph of her father. This was upon the top of the piano in the room where he had met his death. She knew its exact location and could have put her hand right upon it had it been perfectly dark which it was not. She arose therefore and The Darrow Enigma 66 without taking a light with her went into the parlour. A faint afterglow illumined the windows and suffused the room with an uncertain dim ghostly light which lent to all its objects that vague flatness from which the imagination carves what shapes. it lists. As Gwen reached for the picture a sudden conviction possessed her that her father stood just behind her in the exact spot where he had met his death - that if she turned she would see him again with his hand clutching his throat and his eyes starting from their sockets with that never-to-be-forgotten look of frenzied helplessness. It would be difficult to find a woman upon whom superstition has so slight a hol skechers boots |
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