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"I can't believe that she really cares for hiht, I think she fears him He was furiously jealous of you, I could see that And I ave him cause"

He turned and looked at her in affected ahed "Where are you drifting, my boy? I never saw any one more absorbed, and I can't say I blaht" And so she left hiht, the flush of his joy at the proof of Viola's innocence grew gray and cold in a profound disbelief in the reality of his experiences "Did anything really happen?" he asked hi to the library with intent to study the situation heupon the tumbled books, the horn, the tables, and the chairs He put himself in Viola's seat in the attempt to conceive of soician would be able to pull out tacks, rip stitches, and break tape--and then-- the horn, reseat himself and restore his bonds, every tack, to its precise place And his conversation with "Loggy," ue him What could explain that h?

Yes, Viola was clearly innocent It was impossible for her to have lifted a hand; that he decided upon finally--and yet it was almost as difficult for Clarke or Mrs Lambert to have perforht himself up short--"in the end, my own sister, is involved in the imposture," he exclaimed, with a sense of bewilderht in her own vindication, and relance, a shiver of aent over hireater than the discovery of any new principle; but whenever his keen, definite, analytic s of "the spirits" he paced the floor in revolt of their childish chicanery That the soul survived death he could not for an instant entertain Every principle of biology, every fibre woven into his systele claim of the spiritists was disaster "No, the ue, and when the bonds are on one the other acts I see no other explanation I distrust Clarke utterly--but the entle and candid, and yet--Weissht Maternal love is a very powerful emotion That second voice was like hers And yet, and yet, to suspect that gentle soul of deliberate deception is a terrible thing What a world of vulgarity and disease and suspicion it all is! An accursed world, and the history of every s"