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other a beautiful and accomplished woman to whom he was passionately attached with what I
now know to have been a jealous and exacting devotion. The family home was a few miles from
Nashville, Tennessee, a large, irregularly built dwelling of no particular order of architecture,
a little way off the road, in a park of trees and shrubbery.
At the time of which I write I was nineteen years old, a student at Yale. One day I received a
telegram from my father of such urgency that in compliance with its unexplained demand I left
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could conjecture, but the circumstances were these.
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a servant proving fruitless, he entered at the unlocked door and mounted the stairs to my mother's chamber.
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