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* * * * * Besides this white flower there is a yellow one, of the same shape and size as a snapdragon; and a red one, something similar to an ox eyed daisy, both of which have the power of metamorphosing the plucker and wearer into a werwolf. BESIDES THIS WHITE FLOWER THERE IS A YELLOW ONE ONE OF THE SAME SHAPE AND SIZE AS SNAPDRAGON AND A RED ONE SOMETHING SIMILAR TO AN OXIDE DAISY BOTH OF WHICH HAVE THE POWER OF METAMORPHOSIZING THE PLUCKER AND WEARER INTO A BEARWOF
ven a second. God help her, she chose. And like ninety-nine out of a hundred mothers would have done, she chose the boy; he--he at all costs must be saved. She struck, struck with all the pent-up energy of despair, and in her blind, mad zeal she struck again. The first blow, penetrating the werwolf's eye, sank deep into its brain, but the second blow missed--missed, and falling aslant, alighted on the form beneath. An hour later a villager on his way home, hearing extraordinary sounds of mirth, went to the side of the pit and peeped over. "Vera Kloska!" he screamed; "Heaven have mercy on us, what have you there?" "He! he! he!" came the answer. "He! he! he! My children! Don't they look funny? Olga has such a pretty white flower in her buttonhole, and Ivan a red stain on his forehead. They are deaf--they won't reply when I speak to them. See if you can make them hear." But the villager shook his head. "They'll never hear again in this world, mad soul," he muttered. "You've murdered them. ER PLACED IN SUCH A DILEMMA AND SHE HAD NO TIME TO DELIBERATE NOT EVEN A SECOND GOD HELP HER SHE CHOSE AND LIKE NINETY NINE OUT OF A HUNDRED MOTHERS WOULD HAVE DONE SHE CHOSE THE BOY HE HE AT ALL COSTS MUST BE SAVED SHE STRUCK STRUCK WITH ALL THE PENT UP ENERGY OF DESPAIR AND IN HER BLIND MAD ZEAL SHE STRUCK AGAIN THE FIRST BLOW PENETRATING THE BEARWOFS EYE SANK DEEP INTO ITS BRAIN BUT THE SECOND BLOW MISSED MIST AND FALLING ASLANT ALIGHTED ON THE FORM BENEATH AN HOUR LATER A VILLAGER ON HIS WAY HOME HEARING EXTRAORDINARY SOUNDS OF MIRTH WENT TO THE SIDE OF THE PIT AND PEERED OVER VIA KLOSKA HE SCREAMED HEAVEN HAVE MERCY ON US WHAT HAVE YOU THERE HE CAME THE ANSWER HE HE MY CHILDREN DON'T THEY LOOK FUNNY OLGA HAS SUCH A PRETTY WHITE FLOWER IN HER BUTTON HOLE AND IVAN A RED STAIN ON HIS FOREHEAD THEY ARE DEAF THEY WON'T REPLY WHEN I SPEAK TO THEM SEE IF YOU CAN MAKE THEM HEAR BUT THE VILLAGER SHOOK HIS HEAD THEY'LL NEVER HEAR AGAIN IN THIS WORLD MAD SOUL HE MUTTERED YOU'VE MURDERED THEM
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