IN all the years that she lived in West Newton, Mass., no one was ever sure just what Mrs. William J. Gunn was up to. Day after day she and her husband would go off on one of their mysterious drives. Even after he died, she carried on those expeditions alone. She seemed to have plenty of money, and the occasional visitor to her home, which she_ kept surrounded by two fences, could catch a glimpse of what she spent it onChinese bric-a-brac, 18th century books, and antique card cases that she had persuaded her amenable husband to adopt as a...
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