She fell into a deep delirium, whispering hoarsely to her dead mother, cursing God in Heaven, cursing her doctor, cursing herself as apparitions of devils and demons pulled at her with yellow ochre hands. “Will you say what you have to say, please, and go. Will you let me go out of this room?” “No,” cried Ramage; “hear me out! I’ll have that satisfaction, anyhow. “I believe,” he said stiffly, “that these are the apartments of Miss Pellissier. The Well Hole 336 XIII.
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