The child was now within reach; and, in another moment, he would have executed his deadly purpose, if an arm from behind had not felled him to the ground. Hadn’t they settled that already? “I want you as a friend,” he persisted, almost as if he disputed something. You must forgive the poet’s license I take. “Just forget it, Lucy! Keep your secrets to yourself!” He stomped out, slamming the heavily paneled oak door. She told us that it was a disguise. She brought Sebastian’s chloroformed rag up to his face with her right.
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