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What is Tragedy?

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What is Tragedy?

　
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　　　　　　　“She herself is a haunted house.”
　　　　　　Angela Carter, Ṭḥẹ Ḅḷọọḍỵ C̣ḥạṃḅẹṛ
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However, his expression goes through an obvious change when his gaze falls on me. I think; I can make out his smile forming across his wrinkled lips, through his moustache and white beard. He beckons me closer. „Miss, dare to approach us! Don’t just stand there in the rain.”
However, his expression goes through an obvious change when his gaze falls on me. I think
I go around the car and join the two of them. The man moves the umbrella to the other hand,; shielding both him and me from the rain. Anthony remains the one fighting a battle with it, which starts to pick up again. I watch him out of the corner of my eye as he covers his head with the hood
I go around the car and join the two of them. The man moves the umbrella to the other hand,
and I settle for a simple amused smile. „Good evening,” I say respectfully. The man smiles; in return, and we start walking toward the mansion. The walk along the narrow alleyway to the residence was short, but enough for Bernard – for this is how he introduced himself to us – to take us on
and I settle for a simple amused smile. „Good evening,” I say respectfully. The man smiles
a short journey through a real history of his life there. At the manor. He told us that he retired; two years ago but has still worked for the Wellingtons as a caretaker for many years, for he has known Mr. Wellington since he was a little boy. He went on to tell us how fulfilled he feels there and
a short journey through a real history of his life there. At the manor. He told us that he retired
that the spouses are like the family he lost long ago. By the time we had already entered the; mansion, I felt as if I, too, was a distant relative who was only visiting them after many, many years. Ant didn’t show much interest in Bernard’s whole story as he spent most of his time on his phone
that the spouses are like the family he lost long ago. By the time we had already entered the
and I was already captured by the inside scenery. The outside and inside of the manor are two; completely different stories. It’s like watching The Conjuring in the first part of a movie marathon, and when you venture further into the cinematographic choices, you’re slammed right into The Wolf
and I was already captured by the inside scenery. The outside and inside of the manor are two
of Wall Street. The richness that this place presents can’t be compared to anything I’ve ever; seen before. At the entrance there is a long hallway dividing the two halves of the house. Bernard has already hung the umbrella on a coat rack and asked us nicely to take off our shoes at the
of Wall Street. The richness that this place presents can’t be compared to anything I’ve ever
entrance as Mrs. Wellington can’t stand dirt on the floor, especially now that it has rained.; At the bottom of the ground floor is a staircase that takes you upstairs through two side areas, both the steps and the railing are clad in a white, glossy marble, like the hallway’s floor tiles.
entrance as Mrs. Wellington can’t stand dirt on the floor, especially now that it has rained.
Decorations of all kinds and intriguing paintings of – perhaps – artists I’ve never seen before; are plastered everywhere. When I look at Anthony, and our eyes meet as if we both felt it, I can tell he’s thinking the same – these people are rich, rich.
Decorations of all kinds and intriguing paintings of – perhaps – artists I’ve never seen before
„This way, kids.” Bernard says and with his almost limping gait, he takes off ahead.; He guides us down the hall until he enters a room, and we follow with unsteady steps. We enter a huge living room. My gaze doesn’t even know which way to turn first. Golden tints are
„This way, kids.” Bernard says and with his almost limping gait, he takes off ahead.
everywhere, and they inspire only one thing. Luxury. A woman sits on a long couch, the seat; of which is made of a material I can’t identify, the color of ember. Although she doesn’t speak, I can feel an immense wave of emotion filling her whole and pilling up all over the room.
everywhere, and they inspire only one thing. Luxury. A woman sits on a long couch, the seat
Next to her, standing, is a man whose attention is solely focused on the burning fireplace. He is; pensive. He is in a continuous wait. I could say that anxiety has taken hold of him, but this is the woman’s emotions getting to him. The air is getting ticker. And I know who these two are.
Next to her, standing, is a man whose attention is solely focused on the burning fireplace. He is
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