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I also know how it began, and when, how it has progressed, and how it will end. I know, too, how it can be checked cut off in its development, and utterly destroyed, but the cure would depend on yourself more than on Dr. Brayle or any other physician. At present no good is being done and much harm. For instance, you are in pain now?" "I am but how can you tell?"
Brayle, with an uplifting of his sinister brows; "It helps to populate the world." "It does," answered Santoris, calmly "But if the pairs that are joined in marriage have no spiritual bond between them and nothing beyond the attraction of the mere body they people the world with more or less incapable, unthinking and foolish creatures like themselves.
And Santoris smiled "I will, with pleasure! if the story does not bore you. There is no mystery about it no 'black magic, or 'occultism' of any kind. I have done nothing since I left college but adapt myself to the forces of Nature, AND TO USE THEM WHEN NECESSARY. The same way of life is open to all and the same results are bound to follow." "Results? Such as ?" queried Brayle.
I intended, also, to tell her what she had done but not that she did it. I found her in a handsome dwelling on Rincon Hill. She was beautiful, well bred in a word, charming. "You knew Lieutenant Herman Brayle," I said, rather abruptly. "You know, doubtless, that he fell in battle. Among his effects was found this letter from you. My errand here is to place it in your hands."
We at once prepared to go, and while Mr. Harland was getting his overcoat and searching for his field-glasses, Dr. Brayle spoke to me in a low tone "The truth of the matter is that Miss Harland has been greatly upset by the visit of Mr. Santoris and by some of the things he said last night. She could not sleep, and was exceedingly troubled in her mind by the most distressing thoughts.
Brayle, lighting a cigarette as he spoke and beginning to smoke it with a careless air "I vote for catching the ghost before it melts away into the morning." While this talk went on Mr. Harland stepped back into the saloon and wrote a note which he enclosed in a sealed envelope. With this in his hand he came out to us again.
Brayle, with a quick concession to his patron's humour. "But people nowadays do so many queer things for mere notoriety's sake that it is barely possible to avoid suspecting them. They will even kill themselves in order to be talked about." "Fortunately they don't hear what's said of them," returned Mr. Harland "or they might alter their minds and remain alive.
Brayle stood beside me also watching but the scene was strange to me, and the clothes we wore were all of some ancient time. I said to Dr. Brayle: 'We have killed them! and he replied: 'Yes! They are better dead than living! It was a horrible dream! it seemed so real! I have been frightened of you and of that man Santoris ever since!" I could not speak for a moment.
"It's a wonder she's got round here at all," said the captain "There wasn't any wind to bring her." Mr. Harland looked amused. "There must have been SOME wind, Derrick," he answered "Only it wasn't boisterous enough for a hardy salt like you to feel it." "There wasn't a breath," declared Derrick, firmly "Not enough to blow a baby's curl." "Then how did she get here?" asked Dr. Brayle.
I instantly saw what had stopped him. As topographical engineer I had, early in the day, made a hasty examination of the ground, and now remembered that at that point was a deep and sinuous gully, crossing half the field from the enemy's line, its general course at right angles to it. From where we now were it was invisible, and Brayle had evidently not known about it. Clearly, it was impassable.
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