Disillusion stands in one doorway of our house and Mockery in the other. “That’s all very well when one isn’t the material experimented upon,” Ann Veronica had remarked. She did not see the metal pole swing toward the back of her skull, nor did she feel her own blood spoiling her light hair after the dull crack of metal broke her flesh. They must have a key. Still, here we are in this dingy, foggy city. "Your business, Sir?" returned the other, stiffly.
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