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1929 · PDF PAGE 27

The Stratagem and Other Stories

…ta, and so by de- grees to Pallanza. Arthur rose, apparently struck by some idea, and began to walk up and down the terrace. I was quite suddenly impelled to turn my head to assure myself of his presence. This may seem nothing to you who read, unless you have true imagination. But think of yourself talking to a friend in full light, and suddenly leaning forward to touch him. “Arthur!” I cried, “Arthur!” The distress in my tone brought him running to my

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1929 · PDF PAGE 31

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were a length ahead—suddenly I heard my husband’s thought. It was the most hideous and horrible laugh that it is possible to conceive. No devil could laugh so. I screamed, and dropped my paddle. Both the men thought me ill. I assured myself that it was not the laugh of some townee on the bridge, distorted by my over- sensitive organization. I said no more; Arthur looked grave. At night he asked abruptly after a long period of brooding, “Was that my thought?” I could only stammer that I did not know. Incidentally he complained of fa- tigue, and …

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…l of a lip could tread a worm into the dust, that lip was hers and that worm the author of her being. She had withdrawn as one who comes suddenly upon a toad, and the first flaming of her face had died instantly to deadlier ice. Bugg saw his mistake, his masses of mistakes. There being but one more to make, he made it; and, finding himself in the frying-pan of discovery, leapt into the fire of things irrevocable and not to be forgotten. His fat, heavy-jowled, coarse face all twitching, he fell on his knees and clasped his hands together. “So yo…

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…lamour that I can only describe as the cry of a machine in pain. This recurred constantly for an hour and five min- utes, then ceased as suddenly as it began. Arthur still fell. It was succeeded after the lapse of five hours by another paroxysm of the same kind, but fiercer and more continuous. Another silence followed, age upon age of fear and loneliness and shame. About midnight there appeared a grey ocean of bowels below the falling soul. This ocean seemed to be limitless. It fell headlong into it, and the splash awak- ened it to a new consc…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 39

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…th to end the torture. The blood circulated ever slower and more painfully; I could feel him hoping for the end. This dreadful rose-dawn suddenly greyed and sick- ened with doubt. Hope sank to its nadir; fear rose like a dragon, with leaden wings. Suppose, thought he, that after all death does not end me! I cannot express this conception. It is not that the heart sank, it had nowhither to sink; it knew itself im- mortal, and immortal in a realm of unimagined pain and terror, unlighted by one glimpse of any other light than that pale glare of ha…

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voice low, slow, thick, yet reiterated. Then suddenly, quite clear and loud, attempting to rise in the bed: “I smashed Magdalen into a million pieces with an axe.” After a moment's pause: “a million is not very many now-a-days." From this—which I now see to have been the speech of a sane Arthur—he dropped again into de- lirium. “A million pieces,” “a cool million,” “a million mil- lion million million million million” and so on: then abruptly: “Fanny’s dog’s dead.” I cannot explain the last sentence to my readers; I may, however, remark that it…

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suddenly; a rival ousted him, and his sentence was car- ried out with as much severity as if he had been a com- mon criminal. “It was to such a man (naturally) that I looked to devise a plan for our escape. But rack my brains as I would—my grandmother was a Warwickshire Higginbotham —I could devise no means of getting into touch with him. He must, however, have divined my wishes; for, one day after he had been about a month upon the is- land (I had been there seven months myself) he stum- bled and fell as if struck by the sun at a moment when I…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 3

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…Boulogne” He broke off sharply, for the brown man, sticking the ferrule of his stick repeatedly in the sand, and knotting his brows came suddenly to a deci- sion. “What do you know of heat?” he cried, fixing Bevan with the intensity of a demon. “What do you know of desolation?” Taken aback, as well he might be, Bevan was at a loss to reply. “Stay,” cried the other. “What if I told you my story? There is no one here but ourselves.” He glared menacingly at Bevan, seemed to seek to read his soul. “Are you a man to be trusted?” he barked, and broke…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 14

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…imple yet subtle plan of Dodu. Down to the last detail was it perfected—until one fatal day. “The spy, stricken by yellow fever, dropped suddenly dead in the fields before noon ‘Cease work’ had sounded. Instantly, without a moment’s hesitation, Dodu strode across to me and said, at the risk of the lash: ‘The whole plan which I have explained to you in cipher these last four months is a blind. That spy knew all. His lips are sealed in death. I have another plan, the real plan, simpler and surer. I will tell it to you to- morrow.’ The whistle of …

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…h his face was twitching so that one might have said that any one might read his mind. “I have been looking in the wrong place,” said he suddenly, but very quietly and without moving. “The thing I want lies at the base of the spine.” This time I saw. In a blue heaven was coiled an infi- nite 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 …

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