CHAPTER TWELVE
Death Mansion... We have just returned. Clara did not want to spend the spring in London. She has been coughing lately. I don't know what is wrong. She appears to be suffering, although her eyes show the clear intensity as always. Clara refuses to have a doctor visit her. We are here alone... I don't want to oppose her will. Anyway, I can't. Her will is also mine. We love each other too much.
We love each other more than ever. Her body is my grandest treasure. Our love is stronger than anything.
We love each other more then ever, that couldn't be possible, but we love each other in a constant state of fluidity. The savor is still there and there is more.
I am attempting to exercise my hypnotism on Clara. I'm not clairvoyant and I can't put myself in a trance sufficien
