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certified that only suffering could expiate them, he must believe that Bray was after all what He claimed to be (with stinging heart I heard the pronoun shift to upper-case); Max's encouragement of me, a mere common foundling, must be but one more instance of his perverse Moishianism. . .
"Stop this!" I said. "This is hateful!"
He shrugged. "So hate me, I got it coming."
Stoker thrust his grin through a small square panel at one end of the middle space. "Got so there was a crowd upstairs," he said, as if confidentially. "Mind if I sit in? Maxie breaks me up."
I was too hurt and appalled by my erstwhile advisor's declarations to acknowledge the intrusion, though as always Stoker's grin filled the room like a sound, or odor, or change of temperature.
"Ido hate it when you talk that way!" I cried to Max. "Youmake people hate you. It's like Anastasia, and people taking advantage of her!"
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