" "It's mine, I'll be sworn," rejoined Wood. You are just necessary to life for me. Apparently he had projected beyond his table some hypnotic thought, for it had held him all through the dining hour. His mind was filled briefly with psychic images of a charnel house that danced like a spider in his head. I knew him in spite of his dress. ‘Hilary, thank God! Have you a pistol about you? Or better yet, your sword.
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