oo late to keep silent; and if oo,  least o me. So I told erdiction, my disobedience, the blood.

    quot;I can scarcely believe it,quot; ;t man. . . so ric;

    quot;; I said and tumbled tal key out of my o the silken rug.

    quot;O; ;I can smell t;

    ook my  me. Alt a great strengto me from ouch.

    quot;e ales up and do,quot; ;to  young girls on ted t from  of  to tte, e ;

    But, in tic times, my  travel as far as Paris to do ing in t I shuddered.

    quot;O all tales, ctering of fools, spooks to scare bad co good be ranger, t tle of Murder?quot;

    t, in my , Id als lord h of me.

    quot;; said my friend suddenly. quot;t must be near morning. tide is going do;

    oones gleamed ly in t of t and,  unimaginable ensity of ransmit to you, I saance, still far a dra by moment inexorably nearer, tunnels ting mist.

    My urned; time, it was no fancy.

    quot;t; said Jean-Yves. quot;It must go back on t;

    But till caked  blood and I ran to my bat under t tap. Crimson er s, as if tself oken stuck. turquoise eyes of taps  me derisively; too clever for me! I scrubbed tain  still it  budge. I t ly toyard gate; tain.

    teers dro over   into s. . . sloer as slowly as you can. . .

    And still tain mocked ter t spilled from the leering dolphin.

    quot;You ime,quot; said Jean-Yves. quot;. I must stay ;

    quot;You s!quot; I said. quot;Go back to your room, no;

    ated. I put teel in my voice, for I kne meet my lord