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They returned to the crypt. The Wastrel wiped the blood from his forehead. She slipped out the window, jumping to the ground
from the second story with very little sound. It was the
same smell that she had in his memory, but now it was
definite, palpable, like a perfume. The candles—for McClintock never used oil in his dining room—were burning
low in the sconces. "I should think so," responded the lethargic turnkey, with a yawn. ”
“Then why are you sorry that I am going to the ‘Unusual’? I do not understand. What the editor had to say none of the three cared just then. It was
surely odd that her thought should pick up that picture and recast it so vividly. As she came in this morning she saw that the lamp was still burning in the study;
so she stopped at the door. “So Brendon and I,” he said, “have been troubled with the same fears. ’
‘You know, Gerald,’ Lucilla put in thoughtfully, forestalling a withering
rejoinder from the captain, ‘there may be something in that.
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