" "You did not hear her when she spoke to her father; I did. She became aware that at regular intervals a light flashed upon her face and a bodiless eye regarded her, and this, as the night wore on, became a torment. "These writer chaps are queer birds. . Her features were meagre, and ghastly white, and had the fixed and horrible stamp of insanity. “It’s either now or never,” she said to herself. Pausing with the intention of turning back, he glanced in the direction of the village church, the tower of which could just be seen through the trees.
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