And, lastly, there's Mr. She leaped to a world of shabby knowledge, of furtive base realizations. When in the plenitude of his power, he commenced a terrible trade, till then unknown—namely, a traffic in human blood. Well-balanced, sane, wasn’t I? You never heard anyone call me a madman? I’m pretty near being one now, and it’s her fault. But such is the perversity of the human that frequently thereafter he purposely crooked the part in his hair, to give her the excuse to fetch the comb.
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