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She and Louis had no part in each other's spiritual nights and days; the typhoon of physical passion that had swept her up for a few minutes she saw now as a very cheap substitute for the apotheosis Kraill had indicated. It was Louis's weakness that had been their strongest bond in the past: now that that was gone there was little left in him for her. But peace after pain was very beautiful.
A blinding flash of realization abased her utterly. Just on the borders of unconsciousness she saw Kraill looking at her with his beautiful eyes clouded with disappointment. "He knows I'm afraid of being cut up and he knows I'm afraid of dying I Naturally he knows he lives in my imagination! and he wanted my courage But I'm not really frightened, you know. Can't you see I'm not?"
I always think of clever men like Kraill as gods and heroes I hate to think they have holes in them. They have such wonderful thoughts." "That's the devil of it. I know they have. He has Kraill. I've been to his lectures and felt inspired to do anything. They most of them think much better than they can do, that's about the size of it!
When he met Kraill he was very nervous and shaky, unable to think coherently because of the fight that was going on within him. When she came back from her work at the Homestead, where the relics of the party had to be cleared away, the two men had vanished.
Just watch a minute, and you'll see that there is quite a lot of method in it." She looked round for Louis, who was in a corner with some of the miners. By his flushed face, his high voice and hysterical laugh she guessed that she must try to keep him from seeing Kraill that night. She never could be quite sure what he would do or say. Mrs.
She tried to transform the storeroom into the semblance of a bedroom, but it did not occur to her to apologize for discrepancies; she would not have done so had the king come to visit her: indeed, she considered that he had, for Kraill had always taken his place in her imagination, as she had told him, with heroes of romance. When she got back to the Homestead everyone was ready for supper.
She wondered weakly what would happen. Judging Kraill by her father and Dr. Angus she knew that his ordinary code of convention could not let him disregard Louis as the others did, as being merely a rather weak, silly young man, who "went on the shikker" every month and made many varieties of a fool of himself.
They walked round the rabbit-proof fences and came back in time to welcome a "surprise party" from Klondyke drawn by the magnetism of the "gentleman from England" who had won them the night before. Marcella thought several times of Dr. Angus and wished that he could have been there to see Kraill "getting off the rostrum" as he had done in Edinburgh.
I didn't believe it. It seemed incongruous." "After what I'd just told you?" "Yes. I've always, even as a kid, been such a liar that when anyone was brutally honest I thought they were posing. Kraill said, 'You'll never be fit to take care of her. You're just a parasite. She's coming away with me now. That squared with what I'd thought of your brutal honesty.
The shining, knightly side of me has. But it's the greedy side of me the side that makes you grab out for whisky that's sticking teeth into me now. And you know how it hurts." "God! I'll break his damned neck," he cried again, and raged off into the Bush. She crept into the house. A wild thought came to her that, if there were any killing it would be Kraill who would do it.
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