” “Well, why not?” Lady Lescelles asked, smiling. Wood obeyed. There one is! The same stuff still! One has a craving in one’s blood, a craving roused, cut off from its redeeming and guiding emotional side. The doorbell tinkled and Michelle grabbed her purse and rushed down the creaky wooden stairs. To return was impossible,—to raise himself certain destruction. “Exactly.
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