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. "God forgive me for using such a word!" he cried, in a troubled tone; "if I hadn't
yielded to my wife's silly request, this wouldn't have happened!"
CHAPTER VII. But for Ruth, he, Howard
Spurlock, might have ended upon the beach, inescapably damned. Katy had sneered at her for a moment, their eyes
locking. ‘You usually do,’ he said lightly. He figures them out, though. ‘You do not use your head, Emile,’ she said flatly. ’
‘But, no,’ cried Melusine anxiously. And, if you hear any odd noise in the parlour, don't
mind it.
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