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"It comes through me," said Austin. They stood for a few seconds in unbroken silence. Then St Aubyn suddenly withdrew his hand. "This is unhealthy!" he said, with a touch of abruptness. "You must be highly magnetic. Your organism is 'sensitive, and that's why you experience things that I don't." "Oh, why did you break the spell?" cried Austin, regretfully. "What harm could it have done you?
And now came the history of the three long months which had elapsed since the occurrence of the disaster which separated my friend from his little son. Seated on the soft moss of the cavern floor, St. Aubyn in the midst and the boy beside him, we listened to the sequel of the strange tale recounted the preceding evening by Theodor and Augustin Raoul.
One by one the members of the group around us rose, knocked the ashes from their pipes, and with a few brief words quitted the chalet. In a few minutes there remained only our host, the two Raouls, with their dogs, my friend, and myself. Then St. Aubyn found his voice.
"Every day I live, the more I realise the truth that everything we see is on the surface, and that there's a whole world of machinery I can't think of a better term working at the back of it. It's like a clock. The face and the hands are all we see, but it's the works inside that we can't see that make it go." "Excellently put," returned St Aubyn.
And is he a success?" asked Austin. "Judge for yourself you've just been seeing him," replied St Aubyn. "Though, of course, his name is no more Buskin than yours or mine." "Good Heavens!" cried the boy. "And Mr Buskin was all that?" "He was all that," responded the other. "It was rather painful for me to see him this evening in his present state, as you may imagine.
St Aubyn shouted with laughter as Austin gravely described how he had locked her up in her bedroom, and how lustily she had banged and screamed to be released before it was too late to catch the train. The sequel seemed to astonish him, and he fell into a musing silence.
"Frida!" he said, with her hand in his, and bending one knee on the moss; "only tell me that I must stay; then stay I will; the rest of the world may scorn if you approve me." This, of course, sounded very well and pleased her, as it was meant to do; still, it did not satisfy her so exacting are young maidens, and so keen is the ear of love. "Aubyn, you are good and true.
Then he said, very slowly: "That is a question to which a dozen answers might be given. A whole book would be required to deal with it." St Aubyn was delighted, both at the reply and at the hesitation that had preceded it. "And are you an artist?" he enquired. "I believe I am," replied Austin, very seriously.
It matters little; the spirit of man is master of all things, and the miracles of love are myriad-fold. For, where love abounds and is pure, the spirit of man is as the Spirit of God. Little St. Aubyn had been saved from death, and sustained during the past three months by a creature dumb like himself, a large dog exactly resembling Fritz and Bruno.
Saint Aubyn, happening near Gunwallo, heard of the wreck and rode to it, where presently Mr. Godolphin and my Master joined him and helped to save the men; that, in attempting to save the cargo also, a man of Mr.
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