It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately acted within its walls. Which means after all that she did not expect to marry Valade. But it was almost choked up with fallen stacks of chimneys, broken beams of timber, and shattered tiles. Shari entered the room in a damp towel, fresh from the shower. Loving was better than that. "Well, you never can tell," he continued, lamely.
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