Towards this box Sharples directed his steps, and, unlocking a hatch in the door, disclosed a recess scarcely as large, and certainly not as clean, as a dog-kennel. She heard his voice screaming her name into the twilight as she fled, his cries trailing like banners, weaving through the breeze that had begun to gently stir the dew on the ground. I never intended it to be anything but a short story, for I had never completed even the shortest of stories unless forced to in grammar school. She sensed he might try and wane on her doorstep. I was in hopes you'd be content with my hat and wig.
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