Thursday, May 15, 2008

painting in oil

painting in oil
But that there did come such a night is certain - as certain as is the fact that her discovery coincided with various occurrences which were destined to remain retrospectively memorable.
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It was intensely dark, intensely quiet - the darkest quietest hour of the night, when suddenly Mrs. Bunting was awakened from a deep, dreamless sleep by sounds at once unexpected and familiar. She knew at once what those sounds were. They were those made by Mr. Sleuth, first coming down the stairs, and walking on tiptoe - she was sure it was. on tiptoe - past her door, and finally softly shutting the front door behind him.
Try as she would, Mrs. Bunting found it quite impossible to go to sleep again. There she lay wide awake, afraid to move lest Bunting should waken up too, till she heard Mr. Sleuth, three hours later, creep back into the house and so up to bed.

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