The Seven Conundrum
By E. Phillips Oppenheim
16 Oct, 2019
Brief Extract: Rose said nothing. She was seated in the one chair which went with the portable property, and her head had fallen forward upon her arms, which were stretched upon the deal table. Her hat, a poor little woolen tam-o'-shanter, was pushed
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Brief Extract: Rose said nothing. She was seated in the one chair which went with the portable property, and her head had fallen forward upon her arms, which were stretched upon the deal table. Her hat, a poor little woolen tam-o'-shanter, was pushed back from her head. Her jacket was unfastened. The rain beat down upon the tin roof. Less