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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Herbert West: Reanimator by H. P. Lovecraft: and we both held fearsome recollections of such things. Ever since
our first daemoniac session in the deserted farmhouse on Meadow
Hill in Arkham, we had felt a brooding menace; and West, though
a calm, blond, blue-eyed scientific automaton in most respects,
often confessed to a shuddering sensation of stealthy pursuit.
He half felt that he was followed -- a psychological delusion
of shaken nerves, enhanced by the undeniably disturbing fact that
at least one of our reanimated specimens was still alive -- a
frightful carnivorous thing in a padded cell at Sefton. Then there
was another -- our first -- whose exact fate we had never learned.
We had fair luck with specimens in Bolton -- much better than
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