‘Number four–the girl who died on the table–The girl with golden hair–‘The purpling body lies on the polished marble.We open the throat, and lay the thyroid bare . . . One, who held the ether-cone, remembersHer dark blue frightened eyes.He heard the sharp breath quiver, and saw her breastMore hurriedly fall and rise.Her hands made […]

Just why it should have happened, or why it should have happened just when it did, he could not, of course, possibly have said; nor perhaps could it even have occurred to him to ask. The thing was above all a secret, something to be preciously concealed from Mother and Father; and to that very […]