It was my destiny to have her. ‘We needn’t murder Lucia. In her little sitting-room she turned on the electric light and looked around half fearfully. 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. He got up. ‘I allow anyone in. Sit down, I command you. And when you reflect how much at heart your poor mother, whose loss we must ever deplore, had our union, you will, I am persuaded, no longer refuse me. Her softly intertwined fingers became rigid.
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