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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Herbert West: Reanimator by H. P. Lovecraft: rang, startling him fearfully. All the servants were asleep in
the attic, so I answered the bell. As I have told the police,
there was no wagon in the street, but only a group of strange-looking
figures bearing a large square box which they deposited in the
hallway after one of them had grunted in a highly unnatural voice,
"Express -- prepaid." They filed out of the house with a jerky
tread, and as I watched them go I had an odd idea that they were
turning toward the ancient cemetery on which the back of the house
abutted. When I slammed the door after them West came downstairs
and looked at the box. It was about two feet square, and bore
West’s correct name and present address. It also bore the inscription,
Herbert West: Reanimator |
