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Villiers had started wildly from his chair, as Clarke fell back with a groan, and let the paper drop from his hands. "I don't feel very well, Villiers, I am subject to these attacks. Pour me out a little wine; thanks, that will do. I shall feel better in a few minutes." VILLIERS HAD STARTED WILDLY FROM HIS CHAIR AS CLARKE FELL BACK WITH A GROAN AND LET THE PAPER DROP FROM HIS HANDS I DON'T FEEL VERY WELL VILLIERS I'M SUBJECT TO THESE ATTACKS POUR ME OUT A LITTLE WINE THANKS THAT WILL DO I SHALL FEEL BETTER IN A FEW MINUTES
k, waiting and watching, watching the figure lying on the green chair beneath the lamplight. Mary rose up, and he looked into her eyes, and his heart grew cold within him. “Who is this woman?” he said at last. His voice was dry and hoarse. “That is the woman who Herbert married.” Clarke looked again at the sketch; it was not Mary after all. There certainly was Mary’s face, but there was something else, something he had not seen on Mary’s features when the white-clad girl entered the laboratory with the doctor, nor at her terrible awakening, nor when she lay grinning on the bed. Whatever it was, the glance that came from those eyes, the smile on the full lips, or the expression of the whole face, Clarke shuddered before it at his inmost soul, and thought, unconsciously, of Dr. Phillip’s words, “the most vivid presentment of evil I have ever seen.” He turned the paper over mechanically in his hand and glanced at the back. “Good God! Clarke, what is the matter? You are as white as death.” NING TO THE HEAVY TICKING OF THE CLOCK WAITING AND WATCHING WATCHING THE FIGURE LYING ON THE GREEN CHAIR BENEATH THE LAMPLIGHT MARY ROSE UP AND HE LOOKED INTO HER EYES AND HIS HEART GREW COLD WITHIN HIM WHO IS THIS WOMAN HE SAID AT LAST HIS VOICE WAS DRY AND HOARSE THAT IS THE WOMAN WHO HERBERT MARRIED CLARKE LOOKED AGAIN AT THE SKETCH IT WAS NOT MARY AFTER ALL THERE CERTAINLY WAS MARY'S FACE BUT THERE WAS SOMETHING ELSE SOMETHING HE HAD NOT SEEN ON MARY'S FEATURES WHEN THE WHITE CLAD GIRL ENTERED THE LABORATORY WITH THE DOCTOR NOR AT HER TERRIBLE AWAKENING NOR WHEN SHE LAY GRINNING ON THE BED WHATEVER IT WAS THE GLANCE THAT CAME FROM THOSE EYES THE SMILE ON THE FULL LIPS OR THE EXPRESSION OF THE WHOLE FACE CLARKE SHUDDERED BEFORE IT AT HIS INMOST SOUL AND THOUGHT UNCONSCIOUSLY OF DOCTOR PHILLIPS WORDS THE MOST VIVID PRESENTMENT OF EVIL I HAVE EVER SEEN HE TURNED THE PAPER OVER MECHANICALLY IN HIS HAND AND GLANCED AT THE BACK GOOD GOD CLARKE WHAT IS THE MATTER YOU ARE AS WHITE AS DEATH
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