17/03/2026 20:59

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’             'Tell me what?' I asked. suffer so much that he'll want to die, how can we send him to whatever Hell exists for him?            On and on I raved. All around the little house were neat beds of flowers, and the wisteria vine came crawling splendidly over its high roof. He would never speak like that, nor raise his voice and shout God’s thunder.

But you can't be angry. Do you want to be what I am? What was I saying? I was mad. Anyone who reads the story of Merrick Mayfair can see why. ttle more gray in his curly hair than I remembered, the two of them sharing a common radiance which alarmed me.