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This island was the one haven he had; he might be forced to remain here for several years—until the Hand had forgotten him. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. “Good,” he said, as he watched the colour come back to her cheeks. On reaching the churchyard, he perceived the melancholy procession descending the hill. “We banished his experiments to here in the basement from then on. Such was the hubbub and tumult around him, that the carpenter could not hear its plunge into the flood. “How are those books any different from the witchcraft books?” “I dunno. Though they do, in secret, I believe.

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