My mother died the day I was born; that’s what they tell me. 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. One never knew when it would be necessary to resume her disguise. She listened with dumb fear in her eyes. Only my father he is also of a disposition extremely stupide. If you’ll forgive my saying that, and implying what goes with it. “Our business here is the right way.
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