" "Ah!" ejaculated the widow, hiding her face. The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. Her heart full of dread, she dragged on it. You see, I—I am a woman worshipper. “I’m not nearly so sure as you. He disappeared into its thick doors like a magician’s rabbit. Stanley, produced a portrait from its hiding-place in the jewel-drawer under the mirror. When she awoke, the sun was high in Heaven.
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