“Thanks, Cathy. He stood on the top step for a moment, lost in deep thought. Sometimes the moon was totally eclipsed; at others, it shed a wan and ghastly glimmer over the masses rolling in the firmament. He walked on for an hour longer, till he could scarcely drag one leg after another. The material cares of life hang about your neck like a millstone. “Hello!” said Ann Veronica, with arms akimbo and a careless, breathless manner. The house was redolent with the smells of cinnamon baking and the stuffed turkey and marinated pork roast.
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