I always thought Mrs. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. "The door!—the door!—death!" he added, as he tried the handle, "it is locked—and I am unarmed. I was his wife. Cathy stood in the bedroom hallway in her faded blue bathrobe.
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