“Yes.”
“Is there any evidence that Adoniram has no soul?”
“I know of none.”
“Is there any that he has a soul?”
“Yes, I think there is.”
“Are you sure?”
“Not entirely.”
“I wonder,” mused the girl, looking gravely at the sleeping cat.
It was the first serious doubt that Ruhannah had ever entertained in her brief career.
That night she dreamed of the Yellow Devil in Herr Wilner’s box, and, awaking, remembered her dream. It seemed odd, too, because she had not even thought of the Yellow Devil for over a year.