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Updated: May 27, 2025
The moment for a long overdue retribution was come. As we had clinched and torn one another there Jean's fury had driven him to a maniac's madness. The blessed heritage of self-control, my endowment from my father, had not deserted me.
There must have been something terrible in my voice for it was the voice of a strong man going down to death, firm of purpose, and unafraid. The feel of the weapon gave the Indian renewed energy. He sprang at me with a maniac's might. He was a maniac henceforth. Three times we raged across the narrow fighting ground.
Taken in this sense, Dryden's celebrated verses are but a maniac's rant: To-morrow, do thy worst, for I have lived to-day: Be fair, or foul, or rain, or shine, The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate are mine. Not heaven itself upon the past has power, But what has been has been, and I have had my hour.
At sight of Metak and the girl, the king rose from his throne and started across the chamber, all semblance of royalty vanishing in the maniac's uncontrollable passion. And as he came he shrieked orders and commands at the top of his voice. No sooner had Metak so unwarily opened the door to this hornets' nest than he immediately withdrew and, turning, fled again in a new direction.
Yes, she is dead! but I did not kill her poor girl Look! that is she! No, it cannot be! she cannot come here! it cannot be my poor Clotelle." At the sound of her own name, coming from the maniac's lips, Clotelle gasped for breath, and her husband saw that she had grown deadly pale. It seemed evident to him that the man was either guilty of some terrible act, or imagined himself to be.
And so they drank and sang and danced and played cards and drank again, and threw dice for more drinks. It was nearly nine o'clock before the Bacchanal laugh began to ring out at intervals so easily distinguished from the sober laugh, in that it carries in its closing tones the queer ring of the maniac's. Only the mill men had any cash. The village loafers drank at their expense, and on credit.
The sight which most attracted his attention was the blackened stump of that huge tree which had stood there the previous evening the monarch of the forest glade. He approached it. Under one of the limbs lay a human form it was the maniac's body; life was extinct. He examined the features.
The maniac screamed and cried. She wanted to see Jacques, and Caillette could hardly calm her. Finally long past midnight she fell into a slumber, and Caillette, too, exhausted by the excitement of the last few hours, closed her eyes. When she awoke it was daylight. She glanced at the maniac's bed. Merciful Heaven, it was empty!
But the secretary had regained his control as suddenly as he had lost it, and he met the maniac's eyes with a steady and aggressive glare. "There, you see, it's quite light. It makes no appreciable noise when I drop it." He picked it up and let it fall again, as if he had dropped it for the first time purposely. The ruse was successful. "Yes.
Upward of two hundred and seventy years have passed since that time, yet the temple is standing as of old; but the halls that at one time were crowded with worshippers are now silent, no one ever venturing to worship there; it is the resort of the fox and the bat, and people at night pass it shudderingly "It is the cursed temple!" The Maniac's Mite
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