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           Itwasthesoundofsomerelayfusingandburningoutforever,thesoundoflightningstrokingdowninadirecthit,thesoundofadooropening.

           Helookedupnumbly,thescreamstillshiveringinhisthroatandherewasGageatlast,hismouthsmearedwithblood,hischindripping,hislipspulledbackinahellishgrin.InonehandheheldLouis’sscalpel.

           Ashebroughtitdown,Louispulledbackwithnorealthoughtatall.Thescalpelwhickeredpasthisface,andGageoverbalanced.HeisasclumsyasChurch,Louisthought.Louiskickedhisfeetfromunderhim.Gagefellawkwardly,andLouiswasonhimbeforehecouldgetup,straddlinghim,onekneepinningthehandwhichheldthescalpel.

           "No,"thethingunderhimpanted.Itsfacetwistedandwrithed.Itseyeswerebaleful,insectileintheirstupidhate."No,no,no"

           Louisclawedforoneofthehypos,gotitout.Hewouldhavetobequick.Thethingunderhimwaslikeagreasedfishanditwouldnotletgoofthescalpelnomatterhowhardheboredownonitswrist.Anditsfaceseemedtorippleandchangeevenashelookedatit.ItwasJud’sface,deadandstaring;itwasthedented,ruinedfaceofVictorPascow,eyesrollingmindlessly;itwas,mirrorlike,Louis’sown,sodreadfullypaleandlunatic.Thenitchangedagainandbecamethefaceofthatcreatureinthewoodsthelowbrowthedeadyelloweyes,thetonguelongandpointedandbifurcated,grinningandhissing.

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