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I now feel myself more worthy to kneel before my angel." And Djalma went out, on his way to the appointment with Adrienne. In spite of his ferocity, in spite of the pitiless hate he bore to the whole human race, the dark sectary of Bowanee was staggered by the noble and clement words of Djalma, and said to himself, with terror, "I have taken his hand. He is now sacred for me."
The half-blood Faringhea, wishing doubtless to escape from the dark thoughts which the words of the Indian on the mysterious course of the Cholera had raised within him, abruptly changed the subject of conversation. His eye shone with lurid fire, and his countenance took an expression of savage enthusiasm, as he cried: "Bowanee will always watch over us, intrepid hunters of men!
It is for us, servants of Bowanee, to draw towards us, by seducing wiles, all whose zeal, courage, and audacity may be useful to the cause. Let us rival each other in devotion and sacrifices; let us lend each other strength, help, support! That all who are not with us may be our prey, let us stand alone in the midst of all, against all, and in spite of all.
"Bowanee makes corpses which rot in the ground. The Society makes corpses which walk about." "Ah, yes! Perinde ac cadaver they were the last words of our great saint, Ignatius de Loyola. But who is this Bowanee?" "Bowanee is to the Society what a child is to a man," replied the Asiatic, with growing excitement. "Glory to the Company glory! Were my father its enemy, I would kill my father.
Those of our band labor also in divers countries, for the glory of Bowanee." "And who are these sons of Bowanee, M. Faringhea?" "Men of resolution, audacious, patient, crafty, obstinate, who, to make the Good Work succeed, would sacrifice country and parents, and sister and brother, and who regard as enemies all not of their band!"
"We, too, have the world for our country, brother, our accomplices for our family, and for our queen Bowanee." "I do not know that saint," said Rodin, humbly. "It is our Rome," answered the Strangler. "Van Dael speaks to you of those of your Order, who, scattered over all the earth, labor for the glory of Rome, your queen.
Kennedy, his horses, his elephants, and his numerous servants did not get their tiger but we got ours," he added, with grim irony. "Yes; Kennedy, that tiger with a human face, fell into our ambush, and the brothers of the good work offered up their fine prey to our goddess Bowanee."
Nothing must happen to your dear friend, you know!" he smilingly said in adieu, as Ram Lal groaned in anguish. Alan Hawke had closely examined the vehicle, and he sat with his drawn revolver ready as he drove down the still lit-up Chandnee Chouk. In a storm of remorse and agony, the plundered jeweler was now doubly locked up in his room. "I must do this devil's bidding!" he murmured. "Bowanee!
"You do not understand me," said the negro to the officer; "Prince Djalma is one of us, for he bears on his left arm the name of Bowanee." "Yes! he is like us, a son of Kale!" added the Malay. "He is like us, a Phansegar," said the Indian.
"He" cried the Hindoo, almost with indignation; "he gave us an asylum on board his bark; he secured our flight from the Continent; he is again to take us with him to Bombay, where we shall find vessels for America, Europe, Africa." "What interest would Mahal have to betray us?" said Faringhea. "Nothing could save him from the vengeance of the sons of Bowanee, and that he knows."
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