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"Better, thanks, it was only a passing faintness. I don't think I quite catch your meaning. What did you say enabled you to identify the picture?" "This word—'Helen'—was written on the back. Didn't I tell you her name was Helen? Yes; Helen Vaughan." BETTER THANKS IT WAS ONLY A PASSING FAINTNESS I DON'T THINK I QUITE CATCH YOUR MEANING WHAT DID YOU SAY ENABLED YOU TO IDENTIFY THE PICTURE WELL THIS WORD HELEN WAS WRITTEN ON THE BACK DIDN'T I TELL YOU HER NAME WAS HELEN YES HELEN VAUGHAN
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.” 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 picked up the fallen sketch and turned it over as Clarke had done. “You saw that?” he said. “That’s how I identified it as being a portrait of Herbert’s wife, or I should say his widow. How do you feel now?” URES 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 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 VILLIERS PICKED UP THE FALLEN SKETCH AND TURNED IT OVER AS CLARKE HAD DONE YOU SAW THAT HE SAID THAT'S HOW I IDENTIFIED IT AS BEING A PORTRAIT OF HERBERT'S WIFE OR I SHOULD SAY HIS WIDOW HOW DO YOU FEEL NOW
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