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The Spinster

Robert Smythe Hichens

Library of Alexandria
I had arrived at Inley Abbey that afternoon, and was sitting at dinner with Inley and his pretty wife, whom I had not seen for five years, since the day I was his best man, when we all heard faintly the tolling of a church bell. Lady Inley shook her shoulders in a rather exaggerated shudder. Someone dead! said her husband. It’s a mistake to build a church in the grounds of a house, Lady Inley said in her clear, drawling soprano voice. That noise gives me the blues. Whom can it be for? asked Inley