Miss Louisa Stark did not sit down in the parlour with the other
boarders. She went straight to her room. She felt tired after her
journey, and meditated a loose wrapper and writing a few letters
quietly before she went to bed. Then, too, she was conscious of a
feeling that if she delayed, the going there at all might assume
more terrifying proportions. She was full of defiance against
herself and her own lurking weakness.
So she went resolutely and entered the southwest chamber. There
was through the room a soft twilight. She could dimly discern
everything, the white satin scroll-work on the wall paper and the
white counterpane on the bed being most evident. Consequently both
arrested her attention first. She saw against the wall-paper
directly facing the door the waist of her best black satin dress
hung over a picture.
"That is very strange," she said to herself, and again a thrill of
vague horror came over her.
She knew, or thought she knew, that she had put that black satin
dress waist away nicely folded between towels in her trunk. She
was very choice of her black satin dress.
She took down the black waist and laid it on the bed preparatory to
folding it, but when she attempted to do so she discovered that the
two sleeves were firmly sewed together.
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