‘He destroyed the papers?’
‘That’s right,’ Roding said, throwing her a glance of frowning surprise, as if he
had not rated her intelligence so high. She fluttered her eyelashes, and
adopted the soulful tone that served her well at times. “In it lies the secret poison he used to turn you into an
Oracle. "
"It is folded under your pillow. Tell him the truth, Annabel. ‘What the devil for?’
‘Messenger,’ Gerald explained. 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. You yourself supplied the details. The individual twist was always
there, even in the cleverest forgeries. ’ A gleam of rare humour slid into Charvill’s chest. “Slavery! Downtroddenness! When I think of it I feel all over boot marks—
men’s boots.
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