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I leaned over Jim and kissed his forehead. I arose. I was numb with sorrow. But under that numbness seethed a tortured rage, a tortured horror. Deadly rage against the Witch-woman and the Smith--horror of myself, of what I had been.horror of--Dwayanu!
I must find Tibur and the Witch-woman--but first there was something else to be done. They and Evalie could wait.