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Munro (1870-1916) was a British novelist and shortstory writer who wrote under the pen name Saki
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As you read the story, write down your answers to the
numbered analysis questions
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Nuttel,” said a very self-possessed
young lady of fifteen; “in the meantime you must try and put up with me
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Privately he doubted more than ever whether these formal visits on
a succession of total strangers would do very much towards helping the nerve
cure which he was supposed to be undergoing
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What details about
down there and not speak to a living soul, and your
Framton does the writer
nerves will be worse than ever from moping
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Some of them, as far as I can remember,
paragraphs?
were quite nice
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Sappleton, the lady to whom he was
presenting one of the letters of introduction, came into the nice division
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“Hardly a soul,” said Framton
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He made the last statement in a tone of distinct regret
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“Only her name and address,” admitted the caller
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Sappleton was in the married or widowed state
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“Her great tragedy happened just three years ago,” said the child; “that
would be since your sister’s time
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“You may wonder why we keep that window wide open on an October
afternoon,” said the niece, indicating a large French window2 that opened on to
a lawn
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They never came back
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What is the setting of
ground they were all three engulfed in a treacherous
the story the girl tells?
piece of bog
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Their bodies were
of her story?
never recovered
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” Here
the child’s voice lost its self-possessed note and became falteringly human
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That is why the window is kept open every evening till it is quite
dusk
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rectory: house in which the minister of a parish lives
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French window: a pair of floor-length windows that open in the middle like doors
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snipe-shooting: a snipe is a kind of bird that lives in swampy areas
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Do you know, sometimes on still, quiet evenings like
this, I almost get a creepy feeling that they will all walk in through that
window—”
She broke off with a little shudder
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“I hope Vera has been amusing you?” she said
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“I hope you don’t mind the open window,” said Mrs
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They’ve been out for snipe in the marshes today, so
they’ll make a fine mess over my poor carpets
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To Framton, it was all purely horrible
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What internal
giving him only a fragment of her attention, and her
struggles does Framton
eyes were constantly straying past him to the open
face so far in this story?
window and the lawn beyond
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“The doctors agree in ordering me complete rest, an absence of mental
excitement, and avoidance of anything in the nature of violent physical
exercise,” announced Framton, who labored under the tolerably wide-spread
delusion that total strangers and chance acquaintances are hungry for the least
detail of one’s ailments and infirmities, their cause and cure
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“No?” said Mrs
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Then she suddenly brightened into alert attention—but not to
what Framton was saying
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“Just in time for tea, and don’t they look

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as if they were muddy up to the eyes!”
Framton shivered slightly and turned towards the niece with a look
intended to convey sympathetic comprehension
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In a chill shock of
nameless fear Framton swung round in his seat and looked in the same
direction
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What details does the
walking across the lawn towards the window; they all
writer give to indicate
carried guns under their arms, and one of them was
the identity of the
additionally burdened with a white coat hung over his
figures in this
shoulders
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Noiselessly they neared the house, and then a
hoarse young voice chanted out of the dusk: “I said, Bertie, why do you
bound?”
Framton grabbed wildly at his stick and hat; the
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A cyclist
intensely to the
coming along the road had to run into the hedge to
appearance of the three
avoid imminent collision
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Who was that who bolted out as we came up?”
“A most extraordinary man, a Mr
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Sappleton; “could
only talk about his illnesses and dashed off without a word of good-bye or
apology when you arrived
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”
“I expect it was the spaniel,” said the niece calmly; “he told me he had a
horror of dogs
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Enough to make anyone lose their nerve
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