‘Cousin? But I am a fool. ” She muttered some unlady-like comment upon herself under her breath and engaged in secret additions. “I tell my Mom everything. . If I had never met anything of you at all but a scrap of your skin binding a book, Ann Veronica, I know I would have kept that somewhere near to me. This was number 13, Montague Street, familiarly spoken of in the neighbourhood as “White’s. The necessity which had previously existed of leaving the ghastly evidence of the murderous deed undisturbed,—the presence of the mangled corpse,—the bustle of the inquest, at which her attendance was required,—all these circumstances produced a harrowing effect upon the young girl's imagination.
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