It was Celeste’s idea. " And he led the way to an inner room, in the middle of which stood a table, covered with a large white cloth. "All life is a muddle, and we are all muddlers, more or less. At least, I hope so for his sake as well as my own," he added, mentally. She nursed at his neck as he peacefully slumbered through being killed.
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