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Want of love, or want of money, lies at the bottom of all our griefs. The stranger came forward, and leaving the joyous throng, turned down the Piazzetta, and approached the quay of the Lagune. A gondolier saluted him, and he entered his boat. 'Whither, signor? said the gondolier. 'To the Grand Canal, he replied. Over the moonlit wave the gondola swiftly skimmed!
We came at last to a narrow lagune, close to the low shore of which lay a small schooner at anchor, with sails bent, and every preparation for a start. "'Welcome on board the little Spitfire, my man! said the young stranger; 'we want hands will you ship? "'What colours do you sail under, replied I.
"It does," she said, but not very loudly. "But you had met before?" said Chaffery. "At Whortley," said Lewisham. "I see," said Chaffery. "I was in I was one of those who arranged the exposure," said Lewisham. "And now you have raised the matter, I am bound to say " "I knew," interrupted Chaffery. "But what a shock that was for Lagune!"
"The inordinate stupidity of that man Lagune is driving me out of the country," Lewisham saw. "It has been at last a definite stumbling block even a legal stumbling block. I fear. I am off. I skedaddle. I break ties. I shall miss our long refreshing chats you had found me out and I could open my mind. I am sorry to part from Ethel also, but thank Heaven she has you to look to!
It was ghostly unaccountable marvellous. For the moment he forgot even Ethel. Higher and higher this pallid luminosity rose overhead, and then he saw that it was a ghostly hand and arm, rising, rising. Slowly, deliberately it crossed the table, seemed to touch Lagune, who shivered. It moved slowly round and touched Lewisham. He gritted his teeth.
Smithers, this is very wrong. This shock " The tambourine fell noisily to the floor. The Medium's face changed, he groaned strangely and staggered back. Lagune cried out for a glass of water. Everyone looked at the man, expecting him to fall, save Lewisham. The thought of Ethel had flashed back into his mind. He turned to see how she took this exposure in which he was such a prominent actor.
They, too, on the morrow would be lost in the desert spaces, the last outposts of the world of hill and valley, of stream and sea. Only in the deceptive dream of the mirage would they appear once more, looming in a pearl-coloured shaking veil like a fluid on the edge of some visionary lagune.
Everyone moved towards the round table in the centre of the room, on which lay a tambourine and a little green box. Lagune developed unsuspected lengths of knobby wrist and finger directing his guests to their seats. Lewisham was to sit next to him, between him and the Medium; beyond the Medium sat Smithers with Miss Heydinger on the other side of him, linked to Lagune by the typewriter.
The gondolieri were frequently hailed, at this early hour, by the market-people, as they glided by towards Venice, and the lagune soon displayed a gay scene of innumerable little barks, passing from terra-firma with provisions.
"Ah!" cried Smithers, leaning across the table to secure it. "Good old Lewisham!... Now we have it. This is better than the tambourine." His eyes shone with triumph. "Do you see, Mr. Lagune?" said Smithers. "The Medium held this in his teeth and blew it out. There's no denying this. This wasn't falling on your head, Mr. Medium, was it? This this was the luminous hand!"
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