Last winter when I was coming home from church one Thursday evening, I saw somebody run around the house again. I told my father of that.
From Lizzie Andrew Borden
I know what she used to do sometimes. She kept her best cape she wore on the street in there, and she used occasionally to go up there to get it and to take it into her room. She kept a great deal in the guest room drawers.
She told me she had a note, somebody was sick.
I did not hear her go or come back, but I supposed she went.
She said she was going out, and would get the dinner. That is the last I saw her, or said anything to her.
I was feeling well enough to eat the pears.
Go for Dr. Bowen as soon as you can. I think father is hurt.
I think he came to the front door and rang the bell, and Maggie let him in, and he said he had forgotten his key; so I think she must have been down stairs.
I always went to my sister, because she was older and had the care of me after my mother died.
Maggie went out of doors to wash the windows and father came out into the kitchen and said he did not know whether he would go down to the post office or not. And then I sprinkled some handkerchiefs to iron.
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