Perhaps this was the real turning point: the hour in which the disordered mind began permanently to readjust itself. The hour for which, presumably, she had been created was drawing nigh. I want to leave Paris to-day. "It's all over," groaned Wood, "and perhaps it's as well her senses are gone. Spurling? Why, if Captain Sheppard should get off, it 'ud be fifty guineas out of my way. The doctor paced the room half a dozen times.
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