And turning again, as if the emotions she had churned up kept her on the move, she paced back to the mantel and there stopped, staring at her own reflection in the tarnished mirror. The hand which the man had been holding hung limp and nerveless at her side. “But I must, I will,” he answered fiercely. Look out, it’s coming.
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