Sepulchre's clock struck eight. It was a gray day in the spring of 1910. “She doesn’t know. She closed the book that she had been pretending to read and gathered her black umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she despised. She felt the bedsprings coil as he moved from his seated position, entranced. "I declare you throw me into an ague.
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