" "By the name of The Tigress?" The doctor smiled, but shook his head. But I'll not believe it of you. Her fanciful imagination no longer drew pictures of the aunt in the doorway of a wooden house, her arms extended in welcome. Suffer me to precede you. She did not see the metal pole swing toward the back of her skull, nor did she feel her own blood spoiling her light hair after the dull crack of metal broke her flesh. I learned the trick of the place from one Paul Groves, who used to live here, and who contrived the machine.
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