I killed him, Nigel. ” She said to him as they walked past houses down the block. “Yeah, where the hell were you? My friends would have driven you home when I came home if I could have found you. But in its stead—toward morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime, appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the poet and the novelist in him. The whole place had come to life, the magic seeped out of the walls. It was all highly intriguing. ‘Can’t see a thing. Yes, of course.
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