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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: mad charge had vanished.
From the hour of reading this item
until midmght, West sat almost paralysed. At midnight the doorbell
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
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