“No, Lucy, because Satan does not exist. Coldly she spoke, in a distinctly accented voice. Gerald stood quite still for a moment or two, listening intently. The asylum was approached by a broad gravel walk, leading through a garden edged on either side by a stone balustrade, and shaded by tufted trees. "She tells me there was a Kanaka cook; been in the family as long as she can remember. "Strange!" observed the Master; "I thought he'd been at my elbow all this time. " "Oh, dear! how I should like to see him. I’ve been on the watch for you. Let her see what she could make here. " At this juncture, two women, very smartly attired in silk hoods and cloaks, appeared at the door of the Lodge.
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