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"He shall be treated with every consideration," the Wanderer continued. "Of course, if he is very violent, we shall have to use force." "We will take the Individual with us," said Keyork. "He is very strong. He has a trick of breaking silver florins with his thumbs and fingers which is very pretty." "I fancy that you and I could manage him.
More than once Keyork Arabian had scoffed at what he called her superstitions, and had maintained that all the varying phenomena of hypnotism, all the witchcraft of the darker ages, all the visions undoubtedly shown to wondering eyes by mediaeval sorcerers, were traceable to moral influence, and to no other cause. Unorna could not accept his reasoning.
She longed but to hear one honest word, not of hope, but of encouragement, but one word in contrast to those hideous whispered promptings that had come to her in Keyork Arabian's voice. How could she trust herself alone? Her evil deeds were many so many, that, although she had turned at last against them, she could not tell where to strike.
It was gone, as he said, and she knew what it had been a mere vision called up by her own over-tortured brain. Keyork Arabian had a name for it. Frightened by your own nerves, laughed the voice, when, if you had not been a coward, you might have faced it down and lied again, and all would have been well.
"To Keyork, to his long life, to his happiness!" he cried. Then he wet his lips again in the golden juice, and the Individual, unmoved, presented him with a second napkin. The wine seemed to steady him, and he sat down again in his place. "Come!" he said. "Let us eat first. I have an amazing appetite, and Israel Kafka can wait." "Do you think so? Is it safe?" the Wanderer asked.
Unorna loved him and they had been frequently together. He had been in the Teyn Kirche on the day she had last been there herself, and in all probability he had seen her, since he had chosen the very seat in which she had sat. Further, she gathered that Keyork had some interest in not speaking more frankly. She gave up the idea of examining him any further.
Keyork Arabian might spend hours in giving her learned explanations of what she did, but he never convinced her. Possibly he was not convinced himself, and he still hesitated, perhaps, between the two great theories advanced to explain the phenomena of hypnotism.
But as though her unhappy fate were for ever fighting against her good impulses, that power of hers had exerted itself unconsciously, since her resolution had been formed. Keyork Arabian's words, and his evident though unspoken disbelief in her denial, showed that he at least was convinced of the fact that the Wanderer was not sleeping a natural sleep.
Was not Keyork enlisted on her side, ready to help her at all times, by word or deed, in accordance with the terms of their agreement? But of all men Kafka, whom she had so wronged, was the one man who should have been ignorant of her defeat and miserable shame. "Go!" she cried, with a gesture of command. Her eyes flashed and her extended hand trembled.
"There is little room for love in your system," remarked Unorna, "for such love, for instance, as you described to me a few minutes ago." "There is too much room for it in yours," retorted Keyork. "Your system is constantly traversed in all directions by bodies, sometimes nebulous and sometimes fiery, which move in unknown orbits at enormous rates of speed.
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