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Chapter 8 - (VERSO)

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like wrinkled claws. Only her eyes were unchanged; they were as blue and brilliant as ever, but now filled with such agonized terror and appeal that Mr. Leonard’s gentle heart almost stood still with the horror of them. They were the eyes of a creature driven wild with torture, hounded by furies, clutched by unutterable fear.

Naomi sat up and dragged at his arm.

“Can you help me? Can you help me? she gasped imploringly, “Oh, I thought you’d never come! I was skeered you’d d I’d die before you got here—die and go to hell. I didn’t know before to-day


From "Each in His Own Tongue."