Then he took me out to Monteaux, on a motor. Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved. That held his thought as the magnet holds the needle, inescapably. Terence, meanwhile, who had followed him, did not remain silent, but recapitulated his story, for the benefit of Mrs.
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