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On dusky afternoons I sometimes found myself rather shamefacedly putting the chain on the door . Late one such snowy afternoon in November , I was alone in the house , writing home to my sister in Ireland .
On dusky afternoons I sometimes found myself rather shamefacedly putting the chain on the door . Late one such snowy afternoon in November , I was alone in the house , writing home to my sister in Ireland .
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He strode to the door , opened it , and listened . Not a sound from downstairs . The two of them must have gone to bed . He opened the door of the bedroom allotted to Abby and himself , and seeing it empty bethought himself .
He strode to the door , opened it , and listened . Not a sound from downstairs . The two of them must have gone to bed . He opened the door of the bedroom allotted to Abby and himself , and seeing it empty bethought himself .
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A third time he fled from light pouring out of the door of the adjacent bungalow and a woman hurrying down its path with her overcoat over her head and shoulders . Loping away fast he turned in fright to the running feet behind him and ...
A third time he fled from light pouring out of the door of the adjacent bungalow and a woman hurrying down its path with her overcoat over her head and shoulders . Loping away fast he turned in fright to the running feet behind him and ...
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