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"Where am I?" she cried, passing her hand across her brow. The acid of this incertitude had disintegrated his nerve; and in Canton had come the smash. It was not human and yet very human, a high pitched wail of hunger that rattled her skull. It remains a bizarre idea to me that Lucy Alberti could ever become so detailed or so real, but I’m certainly glad to have made her acquaintance. The chair is in the veranda.
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