In the years before World War I, Mr. Harold Tucker, of No. 3, Somerset Street, was a wealthy and respected Bristol greengrocer. Many a Sunday afternoon his neighbors nodded in satisfaction at the sight of him and five handsome daughters driving out in a fine rig along the West Country roads. But much time has passed since then, and with it Mr. Tucker and all but one of the girls. Florence died in girlhood; Nancy married and died before middle-age; Clara and Rose followed in turn. Only Miss Louisa, the eldest, was left to live on in the old house....
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