That is crazy, he told himself, and then he heard thought he did - a little rustling sound, the sound of a womans starched skirt, perhaps, brushing lightly against the wall.
The left side of her head connected with the edge of the mantelpiece and she went down like a loose sack of bricks, striking the floor in a vast tumble that shook the house. Annie did not spend the time before it did with Paul, however; she wanted to re-glaze his bedroom window, and pick up the paper-clips and broken glass scattered on the lawn.
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