"I loathed myself for having let her make a slave of me."
ARival From the Grave
A tale of creeping horror that rises to a climax of sheer terror—
a story of Jules de Grandin
"HOW many lobster sandwiches is that?" I demanded.
Jules de Grandin knit his brows in an effort at calculation. "Sixteen, no, eighteen, unless I have lost count," he answered.
"And how many glasses of champagne?"
"Only ten."
"By George, you're hopeless," I reproved. "You're an unconscionable glutton and wine-bibber."
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