Her girl Clarice was next, dying within a single day, blood leaking from her pretty brown eyes like an image of the Blessed Virgin. “I suppose all life is an affair of chances. A smile trembled at the corners of her mouth as she recalled Gerald’s ridiculous upbraiding of his own reflection in the mirror. When he faced Spurlock, the granite was cracked and rived; never had Spurlock seen such dumb agony in human eyes. She entered the front hall, formerly magnificent, now faded and dusty, the old wood table waiting for guests who would never come. There is no need of your friend to kill you, imbecile, because I shall do so this minute. I was forced to lay on a bed of nails for three days.
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