” Lucy commented, dismayed. " It was curiously like the intermittent murmur of the surf, those weird Sundays, when her father paused for breath to launch additional damnation for those who disobeyed the Word. ” Lucy said. Sebastian looked up and stood. His blood would be sweet with it. “My sister is sure to be out. We came on here at once. The following morning found him in the doctor's waiting room, a black cigar turning unlighted in his teeth. Lucy stood relieved that she had not messed up the solo. 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.
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