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Do you believe in Graduation, Anastasia?"
"Believe in it?" Her expression was shocked. "I'ddie if I didn't! Could I go on living if I didn't, after something like tonight on the beach?"
"Then you ought to believe what Enos Enoch said:passèd are the raped . . ." I turned a finger in the hair upon her neck-nape. "For they shall be my virgin brides. . ."
"I believe in Enos Enoch," she said quietly. "I really do."
I smiled. "But not in me. Why don't you believe in me too?"
She wrinkled her brow. "Iwant to, George! Honestly. But you're sodifferent from Enos Enoch. You don't seem to hate Maurice very much, and you talk so strangely. And look what you're doing now --" She removed my hand from her hair. "As if you were any ordinary fellow! Enos Enoch wouldn't do that."
Stoker came back from his work upon the roadsign (which now showed quite altered directions) in time to catch the famous name. "She should've been an early Enochist," he said to me. "Puther in the arena, she'd make love to the lions -- just to keep 'em off the others, you know." He restarted our engine and turned onto
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