The little lady with the bright grey eyes had peculiar tastes and peculiar ways. She would roam through back-country towns in her black Hupmobile, stopping at every antique shop and every likely-looking old house to ask permission to poke about a spell. She cared not a jot for antique furniture; what she wanted were old portrait paintings, still-lifes on velvet, birth certificates with watercolor designs around the edges, rusty weathervanes and peeling figureheads.
Always paying cash for what she found, and never leaving a forwarding address, Edith Gregor Halpert quietly amassed the biggest collection...
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