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"I do," he answered, quickly "I understand perfectly, and I will go at once to see Mr Clarke and intercede--"

"That is not enough You randfather and his band, they are the ones who control ered the scientist "My dear Miss Lambert, you will pardon me, but I can't do that--I do not even believe in the existence of your grandfather"

She stood in silence for a moment and then answered; "You would if his hands were at your throat as they are atthis minute"

"That is a delusion"

"I wish it were," she bitterly and tragically answered "The hands are so real they choke s of o He can use my arms, my voice, as he wills You must believe in hirew appealing again "Your sister believes in me--I am sure of that--and my heart went out to her Sometimes it see to sacrifice me"

"Viola!" cried Mrs Las like that"

"They're true You know they're true!" the girl passionately retorted "You all treat me as if I had no more soul than a telephone"

"That is very unjust," declared Mrs Lambert "This is only one of her dark moods, doctor You irl's broere now set in sullen lines which see face "But I do mean it, and I want Dr Serviss to know just what is in my heart" Her voice choked with a kind of helpless, rebellious anger as she went on: "I' people that crowd roundpeople, and have a share in their life before I grow old I want to know healthy people who don't care anything about death or spirits It's all a craze with people anyway--so that comes after they lose a wife or child They are very nice to me then, but after a feeeks they despise me as the dust under their feet--or else they make love to me and want to o on like this, Viola I don't understand you to-day You'll give Dr Serviss a dreadful opinion of us all"