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I saw her the day I arrived at Summer Street.
How came these two men--if there were two men--into an empty house?
It would only have been rigid justice if I had done so, but I could not bring myself to do it.
Notwithstanding Miss Pross's denial of her own imagination, there was a perception of the pain of being monotonously haunted by one sad idea, in her repetition of the phrase, walking up and down, which testified to her possessing such a thing.
