“Imagine, Hastings,” he said, “that house there-the one on the point that we have admired so much, it belongs to Mademoiselle here.”
“Indeed?” I said, though I was unable to recall having expressed any admiration. In fact I had hardly noticed the house.
“It looks rather eerie and imposing standing there by itself far from anything.”
“It’s called End House,” said the girl. “I love it but it’s a tumble-down old place. Going to rack and ruin.”
Peril at End House
2 thoughts on “Peril at End House”
Clementine, meravigliosi tutti i tuoi ultimi acquerelli! Sei un’artista e la tua sensibilità mi affascina. A.
Cara Alessandra, sono contentissima che mi accompagni in questa esperienza. C.