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Updated: May 25, 2025
We laughed at the captain just why we could probably not have explained and that afternoon when he was shot to rags from an ambuscade Brayle remained by the body for some time, adjusting the limbs with needless care there in the middle of a road swept by gusts of grape and canister!
No more and no less than this. From desire springs action, from action life. It only remains for each living unit to bring itself into harmonious union with this one fundamental law of the whole cosmos, the expression and action of Love which is based, as naturally it must be, on a dual entity." "What do you mean by that?" asked Dr. Brayle.
Brayle, lifting his hard eyes from the scrutiny of the tablecloth and fixing them upon me. "Not at all," I answered, at once, and with emphasis. "That is, if you mean by the term 'spiritualist' a credulous person who believes in mediumistic trickery, automatic writing and the like. That is sheer nonsense and self-deception."
I simply want to know what you think, and I shall remember what you say and see if it proves correct." "Well, in the first place," I said "I see nothing in Dr. Brayle but what can be seen in hundreds of worldly-minded men such as he. But he is not a true physician, for he makes no real effort to cure you of your illness, while Catherine has no illness at all that demands a cure.
"I'm very glad," Santoris answered "And now would you and your friend like to take the launch back to your own yacht, or will you stay and dine with me?" Mr. Harland thought a moment. "I'm afraid we must go" he said, at last, with obvious reluctance "Captain Derrick went back with Brayle. You see, Catherine is not strong, and she has not been quite herself and we must not leave her alone.
Harland, with a vexed laugh "What I wish to say is merely this that my little friend here, for whom I have a great esteem, let me assure her! is not really capable of forming an opinion of the condition of a man like myself, nor can she judge of the treatment likely to benefit me. She does not even know the nature of my illness but I can see that she has taken a dislike to my physician, Brayle "
Brayle, and the secretarial machine, Swinton, Rafel Santoris could have nothing in common, and as I know, by daily experience, that not even the most trifling event happens without a predestined cause for its occurrence and a purpose in its result, I was sure that the reason for his coming into touch with us at all was to be found in connection, through some mysterious intuition, with myself.
"He told me something about it," I answered "and I said then, as I say now, that the doctors may be wrong." "Oh no, they cannot be wrong in his case," she declared, shaking her head dismally "They know the symptoms, and they can only avert the end for a time. I'm very thankful Dr. Brayle was able to come with us on this trip." "I suppose he is paid a good deal for his services?" I said.
Brayle knows that what she needs is the belief that someone has an interest not only in her, but in the particularly morbid view she has taught herself to take of life. He is actively showing that interest. The rest is easy, and will be easier when well! when you are gone." Mr. Harland was silent, drawing slow whiffs from his cigar. After a long pause, he said
I slept soundly, and only woke up when Brayle came over to explain that Catherine had taken it into her head to have a short cruise, that he had humoured her accordingly, and that they had just come back to anchorage." By this time I was standing beside him, and Santoris joined us.
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