A curse on the house.... But there was no way to turn back. Who were these people? I couldn't ask questions; I followed the woman mutely. It was a beautiful house-- not like anything I'd ever seen before. The atmosphere was heavy with the intoxicaing odor of honeysuckle. Then I met Barnaby Petree. He seemed just a pleasant, somewhat handsome man with chestnut eyes. Later I wondered...and was afraid.
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