"I can't help thinking of it, Sir," answered the widow. “Why?” he asked, suavely. There were neither texts nor rubbish on the walls, but only a stirring version of Belshazzar’s feast, a steel engraving in the early Victorian manner that had some satisfactory blacks. ” True summer descended like a sticky fever upon August’s arrival, bringing with it miasmas of humidity that seemed to hang from the trees like mucus. A deep dread calm, like that which precedes a thunderstorm, now prevailed amongst the assemblage. She had thought that all Morningside Park householders came home before seven at the latest, as her father usually did. ‘Come inside at once, child. Beyond was a narrow bridge, crossing a circular building, at the bottom of which lay a deep well. I shall still wear your favor—even if it is a stolen and forbidden favor—in my casque. Still, thereafter she had avoided Morgan's; partly out of fear and partly because of her father's mandate. “That thing’s going on,” she told herself.
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