“I wonder,” she said, “why one writes him sentences like that? It’ll have to go,” she decided, “I’ve written too many already. Mr. Worse than any man. For a few days she was fascinated by the place, exploring the moldy rooms, the weird treasures hiding in forgotten trousseaus. "My good friend, Owen Wood,—Heaven preserve him!—is still living. ‘We needn’t murder Lucia. She lingered over donning her winter coat, buttoning each toggle and placket, double knotting her long scarf. She cried for hours but would not scream as her mother was packed into a marble coffin. When he begins to notice things, I want you to trap his interest, to amuse him, keep his thoughts from reverting to his misfortunes.
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