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 bruising it in the hope of inducing a physical pain that would deaden my intuitional alarm. To think of you, so unsuspecting, waiting for her to pounce upon you!

"That night I told her calmly that I would kill her with my own hands, rather than let her continue her evil courses. She laughed at me. She reminded me that she would be freer dead than living. Then I foolishly told her that I had prepared to lay that evil spirit and free her soul from the curse she had herself brought upon it.

"And then she was afraid, and became crafty. And now—my God, I have let her escape me! She will be able to take flight as she has so often threatened, and she will hide her body, and she will roam free over the face of the earth. And your poor brother, my Bessie, has been infected, and she can call him to her at will!"