vague way I felt that it had not conquered her.
Her body, yes. But not her will!
CHAPTER IV: THE THING IN RICORI'S CAR
I returned home with Braile, profoundly depressed. It is difficult to describe the effect the sequence of
events I am relating had upon my mind from beginning to end-and beyond the end. It was as though I
walked almost constantly under the shadow of an alien world, nerves prickling as if under surveillance of
invisible things not of our life…the subconsciousness forcing itself to the threshold of the conscious
battering at the door between and calling out to be on guard…every moment to be on guard. Strange
phrases for an orthodox man of medicine? Let them stand.
Braile was pitiably shaken. So much so that I wondered whether there had been more than professional