"Surely," she said, after a pause, "you don't attach any importance to what my mother has just said. “No, Lucy, because Satan does not exist. I believe so because the 220 stories say his head was cut off by a tribe of witches and yet it still remained alive for many years after his decapitation. Then he goes stony, and beats his way around the islands for another three months. He too looked at the girl, slackened his pace and looked at her again through his eye-glasses, looked over his shoulder after he had passed, and finally came to a dead stop. He answered with the greatest assurance, that he knew nothing whatever of the matter—had seen no pocket-book, and no associate to give up. A vast indifference settled down upon him. It was her past now, not Annabel’s. I fancy that this is a little more than playing at Bohemianism.
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