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The flame above the head of Julian grew brighter. The flame of Marr, striving with the fury of despair, flickered lower. Doctor Levillier held his breath and prayed. Again he thought of Rip. Would Julian too die rather than yield to the final grip of evil? Would he die fighting? A strange thin cry broke through the silence. The doctor saw two flames float up together through the darkness.
While I was standing there Rob Marr started Kitty and Em Frewen off on his sled. His sled had a wooden tongue in it and it slanted back over the girls' heads. I was right in the way and they yelled to me to get out, but just as I heard them it struck me. The sled took me between the legs and I was histed back over the tongue and dropped in a heap behind before I knew what had happened to me.
It was horrible, as if a devil chose for a moment to lurk and to do evil in the sanctuary of a church, to blaspheme at the very altar. Valentine did not speak. He was looking down on the dead serenity of Marr, vindictively.
We regret that Miss Cecily King is suffering from a severe cold. Mr. Alexander Marr of Markdale died very suddenly last week. We never heard of his death till he was dead. Miss Cecily King wishes to state that she did not ask the question about "Holy Moses" and the other word in the January number. Dan put it in for a mean joke. The weather has been cold and fine. We have only had one bad storm.
I like it better than anything I ever did, Hugh; and you are a dear good fellow to teach me." "Teach you!" exclaimed Hugh, with a laugh; "that's good! Why, you took to it as a duck takes to water. What a glorious gallop we have had! By the way, Bessie, Gideon Fish would look well on horseback!" "Or Graham Marr," said Bessie laughing. "I do believe he is on the piazza with Sibyl this very moment."
I will show her my pictures, and you shall talk to her of Huxley and of Herbert Spencer." Julian regarded Valentine rather doubtfully. "Are you malicious?" he said, with a hesitating note in his voice. "Malicious no!" "You won't chaff her?" "Chaff a lady who wears more feathers than ever 'growed on one ostrich, and who was the intime of the mysterious Marr? Julian, Julian!"
"There's that Senior who is so devoted to you Will Leslie. He has such nice, large, mild eyes." "They're a little bit too large and too mild like a cow's," said Phil cruelly. "What do you say about George Parker?" "There's nothing to say about him except that he always looks as if he had just been starched and ironed." "Marr Holworthy then. You can't find a fault with him."
That's just it. Valentine and Marr are in that cursed circle of our sittings, and so I insanely connect them with one another. I actually began to think to-night that Marr died, poor fellow, because well " "Yes." "Oh, it's too ridiculous, that his death had something to do with our last sitting. Supposing, as you say, he had a hypnotic power of any kind.
Finally he went to the hall-porter. "Is Mr. Marr in the club to-day?" "No, sir; he has not been in at all since yesterday afternoon." "Oh, thanks." Julian felt strongly, even absurdly, disappointed, and found himself wishing that he possessed Marr's private address. He would certainly have called upon him. However, he had no idea where Marr lived, so there was nothing to be done.
He longed to find out more about her relations with Marr, and his treatment of her, but she shied away from the subject. Obviously she really loathed and detested the remembrance of him. "But why do you keep his photograph?" Julian asked at last. The lady seemed puzzled. "I dunno," she said at last. "I don't seem as if I could burn it. But if he is gone dead, I mean really " "He is." "I know."
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