"Are you not that man's mistress?" demanded Mrs. Pews had been brought in and set in two rows before the huge table, covered in white cloth, that formed the altar at the far end. She looked upon it with pity as she drank his diabetic blood and saw that several of his fingers were missing. Spurlock had sensed what had gone completely over McClintock's head—that this was the playing of a soul in damnation.
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