'—'It's not to be thought of,' says I, thumping the table till every glass on it jingled; 'and I know a way as'll prevent it. There lay upon this stand a book bound in limp black leather—the Holy Bible. She recalled him. A new inexplicable madness that urged him to shrill ironically the story of his coat—to take it off and fling it at the feet of any stranger who chanced to be nigh. “It is too late for visitors,” she remarked. ‘You don’t know him.
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