She had not the time to appreciate that the white-robed figure was brandishing a violin, and that the violin was desding very quickly and with great force toward her own head. Before she could take in any of this, the violin made tact with her skull, blaess overwhelmed her and she fell, unscious, to the floor.
With her arms sprawled any old how, and her white handkerchief still tucked inside her watch strap, she looked as though there wasn’t a drop of life left in her. Little puffs of dust that had e up from the carpet when she landed fell gently back down.
There she lay food half hour, until the Missus, back from the farm where she had been to collect eggs, happeo glan at the door and see a dark shape where she hadn’t seen a dark shape before.
There was no sign of a figure in white.
As I transcribed from memory, Miss Winter’s voice seemed to fill my room with the same degree of reality with which it had filled the library. She had a way of speaking……（内容加载失败！）
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