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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. What's it like, Joan?" "It's a small key, with curiously-fashioned wards. Quite right. He would have to probe further. I offered myself as a clerk, as a milliner, as a shop girl. “He’s a Fellow of the Royal Society, and he can’t be much over thirty,” said Miss Klegg. Well-born, welleducated; those are the lads that pay in full. She wondered why he was so distinctive, so unlike other men, and it never occurred to her for some time that this might be because she was falling in love with him.
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