“It was poison—why not?” she answered. “How do you know?” “Well, it isn’t exactly a depressing state, is it?” “YOU don’t know. " She laughed; and it was pleasant laughter in his ears. The doll she had never owned, the cat and the dog that had never been hers: here they were, strangely incorporated in this sleeping man. I shall be very sorry if I cannot have you for a friend. ’ Then she whisked from the room, hearing Lucilla utter a delighted squeal as she closed the door behind her. The assassination, as you call it, was, obviously, the vengeance of a kinsman of the injured lady, who no doubt was of good family, upon her seducer.
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