A blessing in disguise. I love of getting stabbed by neon daggers. The pleasures of demise.
“Listen. I have just learned that this girl, in company with her family, will be in town today, on their way to Ohio or Kentucky, and will put up at this house. Now I wish you to so place the young lady, that I can have access to her sleeping apartment; this is all.”
“I cannot do it.”
“You can; I will take number eighteen for the night; put her in seventeen, and that is all I ask.”
