” “Do you drink blood?” He stood up. The ledge, along which he crawled, was about a foot wide. You go home and wait a century, Vee, and then try again. But the sheer immensity of the tract! James Boyle was certainly up against it, hard. It was denied him, for as he closed his eyes—though but for an instant—the whole scene of his former visit to the place rose before him.
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