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Chapter 24

           “It’snotMissJessel!Butit’satthewindowstraightbeforeus.It’stherethecowardhorror,thereforthelasttime!”

           Atthis,afterasecondinwhichhisheadmadethemovementofabaffleddog’sonascentandthengaveafranticlittleshakeforairandlight,hewasatmeinawhiterage,bewildered,glaringvainlyovertheplaceandmissingwholly,thoughitnow,tomysense,filledtheroomlikethetasteofpoison,thewide,overwhelmingpresence.“It’she?”

           IwassodeterminedtohaveallmyproofthatIflashedintoicetochallengehim.“Whomdoyoumeanby‘he’?”

           “PeterQuintyoudevil!”Hisfacegaveagain,roundtheroom,itsconvulsedsupplication.“Where?”

           Theyareinmyearsstill,hissupremesurrenderofthenameandhistributetomydevotion.“Whatdoeshematternow,myown?whatwillheevermatter?Ihaveyou,”Ilaunchedatthebeast,“buthehaslostyouforever!”Then,forthedemonstrationofmywork,“There,there!”IsaidtoMiles.

           Buthehadalreadyjerkedstraightround,stared,glaredagain,andseenbutthequietday.WiththestrokeofthelossIwassoproudofheutteredthecryofacreaturehurledoveranabyss,andthegraspwithwhichIrecoveredhimmighthavebeenthatofcatchinghiminhisfall.Icaughthim,yes,Iheldhimitmaybeimaginedwithwhatapassion;butattheendofaminuteIbegantofeelwhatittrulywasthatIheld.Wewerealonewiththequietday,andhislittleheart,dispossessed,hadstopped.

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