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1929 · PDF PAGE 23

The Stratagem and Other Stories

…ut him; for, after a year in the Latin Quarter, if she has failed to surpass Degas and Manet and O’Conor, she has at least conquered the great pianist Wlody- wewsky, and it takes her all her time to manage him and keep the baby out of mischief. Theodore Bugg needs no help of hers in his moral sculpture of the destinies of England.

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1929 · PDF PAGE 7

The Stratagem and Other Stories

…in this breast—and in that of my fellow- convicts. And in this I did not look so much to myself as to another. I am not endowed with any great intellect,” he modestly pursued, “my grandmother was pure Eng- lish, a Higginbotham, one of the Warwickshire Hig- ginbothams” (what has that to do with his stupid- ity? thought Bevan) “and the majority of my compan- ions were men not only devoid of intelligence, but of education. The one pinnacled exception was the great Dodu—ha! you start?” Bevan had not done anything of the sort; he had continued to ex…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 15

The Stratagem and Other Stories

… Mudchester came round the corner. “That morrow,” glowered Duguesclin, “that morrow never came. The same sun that slew the spy broke the great brain of Dodu; that very afternoon, a gibbering maniac, they thrust him in the padded room, never again to emerge.” The train drew up at the platform of the little junc- tion. He almost hissed in Bevan’s face. “It was not Dodu at all,” he screamed, “it was a common criminal, an epileptic; he should never have been sent to Devil’s Island at all. He had been mad for months. His messages had no sense at all…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 54

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…ed with all reserve as the lucubration of a very peculiar, perhaps unique, type of insanity. V. ENGLISH, M.D. NOTES: 1. It is one of the greatest cruelties of nature that all painful or depressing emotions seem to lengthen time; pleasant thoughts and exalted moods make time fly. Thus, in summing up a life from an outside standpoint, it would seem that, supposing pleasure and pain to have occupied equal periods, the impression would be that pain was enormously greater than pleasure. This may be controverted. Virgil writes: “Fortisan haec olim me…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 28

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…but all future hope, was annihilated. It was during my convalescence that the most re- markable incident of my life took place. I was in great pain one afternoon, and wished to see the doctor. The nurse went to the study to tele- phone for him. “Nurse!” I said, as she returned, “don't lie to me. He's not gone to Royston; he's got cancer, and is too upset to come.” “Whatever next?” said the nurse. “It's right he can’t come, and I was going to tell you he had gone to Roys- ton; but I never heard nothing about no cancer.”

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1929 · PDF PAGE 24

The Stratagem and Other Stories

…E TESTAMENT OF MAGDALEN BLAIR PART I I IN my third term at Newnham I was already Profes- sor Blair's favourite pupil. Later, he wasted a great deal of time praising my slight figure and my piquant face, with its big round grey eyes and their long black lashes; but the first attraction was my singular gift. Few men, and, I believe, no other women, could approach me in one of the most priceless qualifications for scientific study, the faculty of apprehending minute differences. My memory was poor, extraordinarily so; I had the ut- most trouble to…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 30

The Stratagem and Other Stories

…what all this was to culminate, I suppose I should have gone mad. Thrice fortunate that I can warn humanity of what awaits each one. The great- est benefactor of his race will be he who discovers and explosive indefinitely swifter and more devastating than dynamite. If I could only trust myself to prepare Chloride of Nitrogen in sufficient quantity. . . . VI Arthur became listless and indifferent. The perfec- tion of love that had been our marriage failed without warning, and yet by imperceptible gradations. My awakening to the fact was, howeve…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 35

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…proper kind of suicide. I beg my readers most earnestly not to doubt my statements: the notes of our experiments, left in my will to the greatest thinker now living, Professor von Buhle, will make clear the truth of my relation, and the great and terrible necessity of immediate, drastic, action. PART II I THE stunning physical fact of my husband's illness was the immense prostration. So strong a body, as too often the convulsions gave proof; such inertia with it! He would lie all day like a log; then without warning or ap- parent cause the conv…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 4

The Stratagem and Other Stories

…mind?” “Nothing at all.” “I knew it,” said the man from the tropics. “Then I must tell you all. In my veins boils the fiery blood of the greatest of the French warriors, and my mother was the lineal descendant of the Maid of Saragossa.” Bevan was startled, and showed it. “After the siege, sir, she was honourably married to a nobleman,” snapped Duguesclin. “Do you think a man of my ancestry will permit a stranger to lift the shadow of an eyebrow against the memory of my great- grandmother?” The Englishman protested that nothing had been further …

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1929 · PDF PAGE 9

The Stratagem and Other Stories

…med excessive and even indiscriminate, was not he a Frenchman? Frenchmen do these things! And after all Frenchmen were men. Bevan felt a great glow of benevolence; he re- membered that he was not only a man, but a Chris- tian. He determined to set the stranger at his ease. “Your story interests me intensely,” said he. “I sym- pathise deeply with you in your wrongs and in your suf- ferings. I am heartily thankful that you have escaped, and I beg of you to proceed with the narration of your adventures.” Duguesclin needed no such encouragement. Hi…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 3

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…about to tell you. Swear by the soul of your dead mother.” “My mother is alive,” returned Bevan. “I knew it,” exclaimed his companion, a great and strange look of god-like pity illuminating his sunburnt face. It was such a look as one sees upon many statues of Buddha, a look of divine, of impersonal compassion. “Then swear by the Lord Chancellor.” Bevan was more than ever persuaded that the stranger was a Frenchman. However, he readily gave the required promise.

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1929 · PDF PAGE 33

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…te snake of gold and green, with four eyes of fire, black fire and red, that darted rays in every direction; held within its coils was a great multitude of laughing children. And even as I looked, all this was blotted out. Crawling rivers of blood spread over the heaven, of blood purulent with nameless forms—mangy dogs with

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