It was supposed he was drowned in crossing the river, as his body had never been found. \"Did you girls finish your homework?\" Cathy's head appeared in the open door. There were sidetables and a writing table, similarly buried in bric-a-brac, and the chair by the French doors could hardly be seen for blankets. Weeks hurled past, weeks that turned into months. Ennison seemed to feel already the shadow of tragedy approaching. My wife—killed me. "Sir!" exclaimed Winifred, rising.
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