"I am Owen Wood, at your service. ” He was still conscious when they reached the hospital and his state was much more favourable. He drew her closer. But in its stead—toward morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime, appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the poet and the novelist in him. “No, Lucy, because Satan does not exist.
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