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I believe I’m the only sane member of the family left. She is more dear to me than anything else. She dropped a flower—it’s in my pocket-book now. A hazy face appeared through the fog of sleep, pale and thin and looming. A sinister thought edged in. I have come to take you home; and hereafter my word will be the law. "My own father!" Queerly the room and its objects receded and vanished; and there intervened a series of mental pictures that so long as she lived would ever be recurring.
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