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"Nor I!" agreed Captain Derrick "I certainly thought she would never have managed it in such a dead calm. For though I have seen some of her mechanism I cannot entirely understand it." Dr. Brayle was silent. It was evident that he was annoyed though why he should be so was not apparent.
Brayle, who, with a subconscious feeling that I knew him to be a mere medical charlatan, had naturally warned her against me as an imaginative theorist without any foundation of belief in my own theories. I therefore shut myself within a fortress of reserve, and declined to discuss any point of either religion or science with those for whom the one was a farce and the other mere materialism.
For, in the brilliant light shed by those extraordinary sails, the schooner appeared to be fully manned. Several of the crew were busy on her deck and there was nothing of the phantom in their movements. "Her sails must surely be lit up in that way by electricity" said Dr. Brayle, who had been watching her attentively "But how it is done and why, is rather puzzling!
In my case I had not only to consider the one particular identity which seemed so closely connected with my own but also the other individuals with whom I had become more or less reluctantly associated, Catherine Harland and Dr. Brayle especially. Mr. Harland had, unconsciously to himself, been merely the link to bring the broken bits of a chain together his secretary, Mr.
He shrugged his shoulders. "You don't like Brayle," he said "But he's clever, and he does his best." "To keep his patients," I hinted, with a smile. He turned on his heel and faced me. "Well now, come!" he said "Could YOU cure her?" "I could have cured her in the beginning," I replied, "But hardly now. No one can cure her now but herself." He paced up and down again.
Santoris himself I found particularly agreeable. When he had read Mr. Harland's note, he said he was glad to find it was from an old college companion, and that he would come over with me to renew the acquaintance. As he has done." "You were not afraid of him, then?" queried Dr. Brayle, sarcastically. "Oh dear no! He seems quite well-bred, and I should say he must be very wealthy."
Brayle, clutching at his arm "Yes I thought you loved her! but she she loved HIM! and " here she paused, shuddering violently, and seemed to lose herself in chaotic ideas "And so the yacht has gone, and there is peace! and perhaps we shall forget again! we were allowed to forget for a little while, but it has all come back to haunt and terrify us "
"It's curious you should meet him again like this," said Catherine- "But surely, father, he's not as old as you are?" "He's about three and a half years younger that's all." Dr. Brayle laughed. "I don't believe it for a moment!" he said "I think he's playing a part. He's probably not the man you knew at Oxford at all." We were then going to our cabins for the night, and Mr.
In the same way he should take care of his health so that he may avoid being a troublesome invalid, dependent on others' compassion. To be ill is to acknowledge neglect of existing laws and incapacity of resistance to evil." "You lay down a very hard and fast rule, Mr. Santoris" said Dr. Brayle "Many unfortunate people are ill through no fault of their own."
Brayle when we moved away at last, flinging the end of his cigar over the yacht side "Something of madness and genius combined." Mr. Harland turned quickly upon him. "You mistake," he answered "There's no madness, though there is certainly genius. He's of the same mind as he was when I knew him at college. There never was a saner or more brilliant scholar."
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