This dreadful murder nearly
wrecked our life. My poor uncle talked of a fatal woman.
Maraquito was that to us."
"And I?" asked Juliet, nestling to her husband.
"You are the dearest and sweetest angel in the world."
"And you are the greatest goose," said she, kissing her husband
fondly, "we have had enough of fatal women. Let us never
mention the subject again."
And they never did.
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