The adventure of the speckled band
Our visitor continued her story. "Two years have passed since then, and my life has been lonelier than ever. A month ago, however, a dear friend, who I have known for many years, has done me the honour of asking for my hand. My stepfather has offered no opposition to the match, and we are to be married in the spring. Two days ago, some repairs were started in the west wing of the building, and my bedroom wall was damaged, so that I have had to move into the same room as that in which my sister died. Indeed I now sleep in the same bed as that in which she slept."