Three quiet days. This hell fiend is like a cat with a mouse. She lets me loose only to pounce upon me again. I am never so frightened as when every thing is still.
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The Parasite by
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
It is the sweetest spring within the memory of man. So green, so mild, so beautiful! Ah, what a contrast between nature without and my own soul so torn with doubt and terror!
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The Parasite by
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
His sanguine spirit turns every firefly into a star.
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The Parasite by
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
She can project herself into my body and take command of it. She has a parasite soul; yes, she is a parasite, a monstrous parasite. She creeps into my frame as the hermit crab does into the whelk's shell. I am powerless. What can I do? I am dealing with forces of which I know nothing.
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The Parasite by
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
"Well," said she, after a pause, "if you despise my love, I must see what can be done with fear. You smile, but the day will come when you will come screaming to me for pardon."
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The Parasite by
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
"Accounts are not quite settled between us," said she, with a passion that equaled my own. "I can love, and I can hate. You had your choice. You chose to spurn the first; now you must test the other."
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The Parasite by
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle