’ She shrugged fatalistically. For a moment he believed this merely a new phase of the dream. He addressed her by that title, and something in the tone disturbed her. Earles protested, seating himself before the desk, and dipping his pen in the ink. Instinct had forced her to create something out of rags to satisfy a mysterious craving.
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