He rambled in an unfortunate monotone, the result of his innate fear of public speaking. She drew in a deep breath of the sweet mountain air. Yet he’s been here for six years, and he’s as much a fixture as that sham mahogany sideboard. Little did I imagine at the time that it was my own father to whom he referred. On the right, stood a bulky figure, with a broken rattle hanging out of his great-coat pocket, who held up a lantern to his battered countenance to prove to the spectators that both his orbs of vision were darkened: on the left, a meagre constable had divested himself of his shirt, to bind up with greater convenience a gaping cut in the arm. Maggot, laughing. Then blackness. “Shot through the lungs,” he remarked. She says that everyone in the house makes too much noise, my Dad snores, and that when the house is empty, the traffic noise is nearly deafening. He was ready to seed his legacy, and you were a pawn to be moved out of the way. She said there was no other way to get them to stop their constant screaming.
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