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"What is her relation to Clarke?" asked Serviss, hesitatingly

"Well, now, I don't know Sometimes I think he controls her by soain, from some phrase of her own, I think she considers her e with any one else impossible"

"I don't see how the hter's life burned away"

"She, in her turn, seems enslaved to the dead She has often toldher every host is Clarke--don't you think?"

Britt's eyes narrowed "I don't know I have never been able to connect hile one of these manifestations, and yet he must be at the bottoirl herself"

Britt rose uneasily "I repeat I am completely at sea I have studied every line of old Randall's notes till I'irl hysterical--to fasten some accursed mental weakness upon her If I could have stopped it two years ago she rown it Every year now makes it less easy for her to shake it off--whatever it is"

"Atrocious!" exclaied his shoulders "What would you do when both parents--the living and the dead--consent? Only a husband could intervene, and Clarke seems to be about to claiht, after all, in joining Clarke"

Serviss rose to release the emotional tension under which he had kept his limbs "You don't know their present plans?"

"No, only that Clarke is going to publish soon" He looked round the rooy and auto-transportation are neck and neck in their a expansion"

Thereupon they dropped all reference to the Laocytes and other ravening mites whose likes and dislikes, minute as they are, work more devastation than cannon

Serviss's as over for that day; after Britt went away he sat idly at his desk, hispictures called up by what he had heard of Viola "They are destroying a beautiful soul," he exclaimed, bitterly, as he recalled the charm of her face and voice on that ride to the irl into an aboliness and death--and Clarke is the fanatic devil of the scheme"

The desire to see her, to talk with her, tothat he ht of Clarke cut the resolution off before it was fully forht--Clarke's rotten soul has fatally infected hers"