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… he stumbled violently. She shot out an arm to save him; but the young magician was quicker. He caught the Turk's shoulder with his heft hand, and steadied him; at the same moment she felt his other hand crushing her wrist, and her arm bent back with such suddenness that she wondered that it did not snap. The next moment she saw that Cyril, with his hand on the Pasha's arm, was begging permission in his silkiest tones to examine a signet-ring of very beautiful design "Admirable!" he was saying, "but isn't the edge too sharp, Pasha? One could cu…
1929 · PDF PAGE 20
…again Lisa had the impression of a duellist. No: it was a sentinel that stood there. Her vivid power of visualization put a spear in his hand. It was his own studio, but he announced his visitors as if he had been a butler. "Akbar Pasha and Countess Helena Mottich." Simon Iff sprang to the door. It was not his studio, but he welcomed the visitors with both hands outstretched. "Since you have crossed our threshold," he cried, "I am sure you will stay to dejeuner." The visitors murmured a polite acceptance. Cyril Grey was frowning formidably. It …
1929 · PDF PAGE 70
…ex of the vault, made its thorny bloom of the very fire and colour of day. Simon Iff stood behind the altar; Cyril Grey was on her right hand, Sister Cybele on her left. They joined their hands about her. "I will now complete the formality of your reception," said the old man. "Say after me: 'I (your name).'" "I, Lisa la Giuffria —" "Solemnly promise to devote myself" She repeated the phrase. To the discovery of my true purpose in this life." She echoed in a lower tone. All three concluded "So mote it be." "I receive you into this Order," which…
1929 · PDF PAGE 64
… any proposal to reconstruct the present situation." "I will wait until you send for me," cried Lisa. "I swear it." Simon Iff placed his hand upon her brow; in another instant he was gone from the room. Sister Cybele rose and took her by the hand. "Come!" said she; "but you had better bid farewell to your lover." The girl once again thrilled to the undertone of malice in the voice. But Cyril took her fondly in his arms, and crushed her to him. "To-morrow," he said, "brave heart, true heart! To-morrow we shall be alone together!" Trembling, la G…
1929 · PDF PAGE 39
… sugar, the ray bends to the right; use the other kind, and it bends to the left. Chemistry is full of these examples. "Then we have our hands and feet; however we move about, we can never make them fill exactly the same place. A right hand is always a right hand, however you move it. It only becomes a left hand in a looking-glass — so your mirror should in future afford you a superior sort of reflection! It should remind you that there is a looking-glass world, if you could only get through!" "Yes, but we can't get through!" "Don't let us lose…
1929 · PDF PAGE 54
…ry of heroic size. It was a bronze, and represented Mercury leading Hercules into Hades. In the background stood Charon in his boat, one hand upon his oar, the other stretched to receive his obolus. Sister Cybele waited until all the guests were in the boat. Then she made pretence to place the coin in Charon's hand. In reality she touched a spring. The wall parted; the boat moved slowly through; it took its place beside another wharf. They were in a vast hall; and Lisa realized that [78] the hill behind the house must have been profoundly hollo…
1929 · PDF PAGE 101
…evening of Monday, after the adoration of the setting sun, Sister Clara called Lisa aside, and led her to this garden. There she and the hand-maidens unclothed her, and washed her from head to foot in the waters of the sacred spring. Then she put upon her a solemn oath that she would follow out the rules of the ritual, not speaking to any man except her chosen, not leaving the protection of the circle, not communicating with the outer and uninitiated world; but, on the other [145] hand, devoting herself wholly to the invocation of the Moon. The…
1929 · PDF PAGE 92
…ore urgent piety; the Museum, Vergil's Tomb, also Michaelsen the bookseller and vendor of images of the Ineffable. At four they started, hand in hand, along the shore, towards their new home. An hour's walk brought them to the foot of a long stairway, damp stonework, narrow, between high walls, that led vertical and steep to the very crest of Posilippo. One could see the old church amid its cluster of houses. Cyril pointed to a house a couple of hundred yards north of the church. It was
1929 · PDF PAGE 207
…me of toil, she was as cheerful as the day was long; bowed down as she was by her glittering burden, she never failed to stop and wave a hand, and cry "God bless you, pretty lady, and send you safe and happy day!" with the frank warmth of the Italian peasant. The world was a fine place, after all, and Cyril Grey was the dearest boy in it, and herself the happiest woman. [291]
1929 · PDF PAGE 200
…that is, you saw a projection into your own mind of something really in being. How right such vision can be, and yet how wrong! Watch my hand!" He suddenly raised his right hand. With the other he held a book between it and her eyes. "I can't see it!" she cried petulantly. "Look at its shadow on the wall!" "It's the head of the devil!" "Yet I am only making the gesture of benediction." He lowered the book. She recognized at once the correctness of his statement. [283]
1929 · PDF PAGE 95
… inmates rarely left the grounds, except on duty. [136] It was therefore some time before an answer to the summons reached them. Cyril's hand, dragging down an iron rope, had set swinging a great bell, deep and solemn, like a tocsin, in the turret which overlooked the chasm. Not until its last echo was dumb did a small Judas in the door slide back. Cyril held up his left hand, and showed his seal-ring. Immediately the door swung open; a man of fifty odd years of age, dressed in black, with a great sword, like his brother guard at the Profess-Ho…
1929 · PDF PAGE 216
…allowed over Abdul Bey. Cremers thought she looked like a snow man just beginning to melt. With a sardonic grin, the old woman waved her hand, and went on deck. The yacht was now well out in the open sea on her way to Marseilles. Here Cremers was to be landed, so that she might return to Paris to report her success to Douglas, while the lovers went on their honeymoon. The wind blew fresh from the south-west, and Cremers, who was a good sailor, came as near as she ever could to joy as she felt the yacht begin to roll, and pictured the tepid ice-…
1929 · PDF PAGE 33
…e my hat, Marquise!" Again Cyril intervened. "Over my dead body!" he cried, feigning to be a jealous lover; and adjusted it with his own hands. Presently the visitors were at the door. The Turk became voluble over the seance. "Wonderful!" he cried; one of the most remarkable I was ever present at!" "So glad, Pasha!" replied Grey, with his hand on the door; "one can't pick a winner every time at this game, can one?" Lisa ha Giuffria saw that (somehow) the courteous phrase cut like a whip of whalebone. She turned as the door closed. To her surpri…
1929 · PDF PAGE 201
…ath those hoofs the stars are puffs of dust. Rise up, my soul! One stride, and space is spanned; Time, like a poppy, crushed in thy left hand, While with thy right thou reachest out to grip The Graal of God, and tilt it to thy lip? Lo! all the whirring shafts of Light, a web Wherein the Tides of Being flow and ebb, One heart-beat, pulsing the Eternal stress, Extremes that cancel out in Nothingness. Light thrills through Light, the spindle of desire, Cross upon Cross of elemental Fire; Life circles Life, the Rose all flowers above, And in their …
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…'s thirteen. You'll get another present, dearie, as sure as I'm sitting here." "I really will?" asked Lisa, yawning. "If I never take my hand off this table again!" "Oh, cut it out!" cried Lavinia. "I'm going to bed!" "If you go to bed on my birthday I'll never speak to you again!" "Oh, can t we do something?" said Blaustein, who never did anything, anyhow, but draw. "Sing something!" said Lavinia's brother, throwing away the peach-stone, and settling himself again to sleep. Big Ben struck the half hour. Big Ben is far too big to take any notic…
1929 · PDF PAGE 119
… that all convicts are guilty of this disgusting habit; (b) it is characteristic of all the inmates of our insane asylums. "On the other hand, neither crime nor insanity has ever been proved against any person who was not an habitual breather. The case, as you see, is complete. Morningside has gone even farther, and shown that breathing is akin to drug-habits; he has made numerous experiments upon addicts, and finds that suppression leads to mental and physical distress of an even more acute type than that which follows the removal of morphia o…
1929 · PDF PAGE 13
…oned to the body, fell to the knees; its cut was as severe as it was distinguished; the trousers were of sober grey. A big black four-in-hand tie was fastened about a tall uncompromising collar by a cabochon sapphire so dark as to be hardly noticeable. A rimless monocle was fixed in his right eye. His manner had changed to parallel his dress. The supercilious air was gone; the smile was gone. He might have been a diplomatist at the crisis of an empire: he looked even more like a duellist. The studio in which she stood was situated on the Boulev…
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…ble, this antinony of persistence with a stifled yawn! Her soul failed her. "When you will," she murmured. The receiver dropped from her hand; but she caught one word - the word "taxi." In the morning, she awoke, almost a corpse. He had come, and he had gone — he had not spoken a single word, not even given a token that he would come again. She told her maid to pack for Paris: but she could not go. Instead, she fell ill. Hysteria became neurasthenia; yet she knew that a single word would cure her. But no word came. Incidentally she heard that C…
1929 · PDF PAGE 165
…Clubs. Carlton, Athenaeum, Travellers', Hemlock, etc. Amusements: Hunting, talking shop." [233] "You dear incorrigible boy!" He took her hand and kissed it. "And am I to see something of you now?" "Oh, we're all penny plain humans from now on. It's merely a question of defending you from the malice of Douglas and Co.; a much simpler job than blocking out nine-tenths of the Universe! Apart from that, we are just a jolly set of friends; only I see less of you than anyone else does, naturally." "Naturally!" "Yes, naturally. You have to be saved fr…
1929 · PDF PAGE 233
…tep all the way to Paris. It is the only chance for the Hohenzollern dynasty." "It is military madness." "They think they have enough in hand to risk it. But see, sir, for God's sake see the conclusion! If I'm right, Von Kluck is bound to swerve East, right across our front — and we'll smash him!" "He couldn't risk such a crazy manoeuvre." "Mark my word, sir, he will." "And what do you suggest that I should do about it? Unofficially, Captain Grey, quite unofficially!" "Get ready to lam it in, sir — quite unofficially." "Well, sir, I congratulat…