Authors: Jean Bedford
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the
m
furthe
r.
Bu
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k
the
y
wil
l
realis
e,
no
w.
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wa
s
s
o
eas
y
t
o
convinc
e
the
m
tha
t
I
wa
s
overcom
e
b
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grie
f,
firs
t
a
t
Tom’
s
leavin
g
m
e,
an
d
the
n
a
t
hi
s
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h.
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t
ha
s
alway
s
bee
n
eas
y
t
o
convinc
e
peopl
e
o
f
wha
t
the
y
wan
t
t
o
believ
e.
Mos
t
huma
n
being
s
ar
e
gullibl
e
fool
s,
i
f
the
y
ar
e
no
t
tyrant
s
.
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n
Londo
n,
wher
e
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g
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w
week
s,I
wil
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writ
e
a
lette
r
t
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an
d
on
e
t
o
Tes
s.
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y
bot
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thin
k
I
liv
e
o
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th
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outskirt
s
o
f
tha
t
cit
y,
an
d
the
y
addres
s
thei
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ow
n
letter
s
Post
e
Restant
e.
The
y
ar
e
th
e
onl
y
one
s
I
kee
p
i
n
touc
h
wit
h,
ou
t
o
f
necessit
y.
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s,
becaus
e
sh
e
keep
s
m
e
informe
d
o
f
wha
t
i
s
goin
g
o
n—
sh
e
i
s
m
y
unwittin
g
mol
e;
an
d
Alastai
r
..
.
wel
l,
that’
s
a
differen
t
sor
t
o
f
necessit
y
altogethe
r
.
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s
dangerou
s
fo
r
m
e
t
o
retai
n
thi
s
contac
t
wit
h
the
m,
bu
t
I
hav
e
com
e
t
o
disregar
d
dange
r.I
hav
e
com
e
t
o
believ
e
tha
t
I
a
m
protecte
d
unti
l
th
e
da
y
m
y
missio
n
i
s
ove
r.
An
d
tha
t
i
s
no
t
ye
t.
I
t
i
s
possibl
y
man
y
year
s
i
n
th
e
futur
e.
Ther
e
ar
e
s
o
man
y
o
f
the
m,
th
e
betraye
d
an
d
th
e
broke
n,
to
o
man
y
fo
r
m
e
t
o
sav
e
al
l
b
y
mysel
f,
bu
t
I
ca
n
onl
y
d
o
wha
t
I
a
m
capabl
e
o
f.
An
d
I
hav
e
t
o
wai
t
fo
r
th
e
signa
l.
Fo
r
th
e
demon
s,
wh
o
thin
k
I
mak
e
thei
r
sacrifice
s
fo
r
the
m
.
Th
e
one
s
I
regre
t—
thos
e
wh
o
die
d
ou
t
o
f
a
differen
t
necessit
y,
lik
e
To
m,
an
d
Alastai
r,
thoug
h
h
e
i
s
no
t
dea
d
ye
t—
ar
e
th
e
one
s
th
e
demon
s
gav
e
n
o
signa
l
fo
r.I
don’
t
regre
t
wha
t
Padd
y
ha
s
becom
e;
h
e
alway
s
carrie
d
th
e
germ
s
o
f
thi
s
madnes
s,
an
d
h
e
alway
s
annoye
d
m
e
wit
h
hi
s
grou
p
therap
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game
s
afte
r
h
e
cam
e
ou
t
o
f
th
e
hospita
l.I
despise
d
hi
m.I
ofte
n
suspecte
d
tha
t
h
e
sa
w
mor
e
o
f
m
e
tha
n
I
liked whe
n
w
e
wer
e
youn
g
an
d
th
e
other
s
talke
d
abou
t
thei
r
past
s.I
neve
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joine
d
i
n,
o
f
cours
e,
bu
t
I
sometime
s
caugh
t
hi
m
watchin
g
m
e,
a
s
i
f
h
e
kne
w,
o
n
som
e
primitiv
e,
viscera
l
leve
l
o
f
hi
s
ow
n.
Anywa
y,I
ha
d
t
o
preserv
e
mysel
f,
didn’
t
I?
O
r
I
wouldn’
t
h
e
abl
e
t
o
continu
e.
An
d
l
mus
t
continu
e,
o
r
th
e
demon
s
wil
l
tak
e
m
e
.