Even now, during the recurring doubts of the future, the thought of the island was repellent. "Oh gracious! he's lost. Once in the room, the door locked, the sense of loneliness had dropped away from her as the mists used to drop away from the mountain in the morning. He felt hands tugging at him, mysterious creatures with long fingers and sharp nails that pulled at his flesh.
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