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英文小说 The Moon Pool
Author：Abraham Merritt
What secret compulsion made this lovely girl the handmaiden to unnatural horrors?
rcled him with an even cincture about two inches wide.
"Burn it!" he said, and offered me his cigarette. I drew back. He gestured--peremptorily. I pressed the glowing end of the cigarette into the ribbon of white flesh. He did not flinch nor was there odour of burning nor, as I drew the little cylinder away, any mark upon the whiteness.
Author：Abraham Merritt
What secret compulsion made this lovely girl the handmaiden to unnatural horrors?
rcled him with an even cincture about two inches wide.
"Burn it!" he said, and offered me his cigarette. I drew back. He gestured--peremptorily. I pressed the glowing end of the cigarette into the ribbon of white flesh. He did not flinch nor was there odour of burning nor, as I drew the little cylinder away, any mark upon the whiteness.
