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The patient was asleep. ‘Come, come, ma’am,’ he said smiling. Sebastian dug through the
viscous layers of foul-smelling clay with a shovel, each
successive insertion creating an obscene sucking noise
that ate at her sanity. A thin line of red appeared in the white neck. The metrical irregularity is intentional, because I want, as it were, to put you
apart: to change the lilt and the mood altogether when I speak of you. He suspected a trap. How could she tell him of the
evil that drew her and drew her, as a needle to the magnet?—the fascinating evil
that even now, escaped as it was, went on distilling its poison in her mind?
"Yes, yes!" said the doctor. I have it
on my conscience that I offended you—”
“Offended me when?”
“I’ve been haunted by the memory of you.
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