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. I knew where I would go next: Florence. Small wonder she had learned to be self-reliant. She wanted to scream, but there was no one to scream for. ‘Wait for me.
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