When Sheila was in a bad mood, she berated her new
foster daughter for streaks on the windows, dust on the
figurines, for crooked bed sheet corners, and floors that
had not been waxed properly. “I—I didn’t love the man I was engaged to,” she said. The larger problem at hand was drugging her foster
sister, Shari, into a deep sleep. "
"In what way, Sir?" demanded Trenchard, in astonishment. They blinded me. I should have known at a glance if it was. The door to the room in question was closed. “Oh,
Veronica!” she said, “to leave your home!”
She had been weeping. She tried to imagine herself
“getting something,” to project herself as sitting down at a desk and writing, or
as returning after her work to some pleasantly equipped and free and
independent flat. Sheila had
dropped glaring hints that she knew, which Chuck tacitly
acknowledged with a lowered gaze. The sing-song girl, her fiddle broken, was beating her forehead upon the floor
and wailing: Ai, ai! Ai, ai! Spurlock—or Taber, as he called himself—sat
slumped in a chair, staring with glazed eyes at nothing, absolutely uninterested in
the confusion for which he was primarily accountable. In a fit of despondency, superinduced
by drunkenness, he made away with himself; and when the body was discovered,
after a lapse of some months, such was the impression produced by the spectacle
—such the alarm occasioned by the crazy state of the building, and, above all, by
the terror inspired by strange and unearthly noises heard during the night, which
were, of course, attributed to the spirit of the suicide, that the place speedily
enjoyed the reputation of being haunted, and was, consequently, entirely
abandoned. He had an objective now. Everything had stayed the same during the centuries.
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