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Updated: May 3, 2025
"And Professor Guilsan's going to give me and Olva our history after lunch." They talked about lessons, and about the picnic. Of course, Snooks was going on the picnic, too. It was evident, though, that Rodrik had something else on his mind. After a while, he came out with it. "Father, you know I've been a little afraid, lately," he said. "Well, tell me about it, son.
The football match of that afternoon had been wonderful enough for anything, and the excitement of it lingered still about Cardillac's rooms, thick now with tobacco-smoke, crowded with men, noisy with laughter. The air was so strong with smoke, the lights so dim, the voices so many, that Olva finding a corner near an open window slipped, it might almost seem, from the world.
Now the river appeared, darkly, dimly below the road, the reeds rising spire-like towards the faint blue sky. That question about God Olva had never believed in any kind of a God. His father had defied God and the Devil time and again and had been none the worse for it.
Here he was, amongst the whole lot of you, only a month or so ago and he was a friend of every one's. And then some brute kills him he's done for and you don't care a damn . . . it's beastly it makes one sick." "Where do you think he is, Craven?" Olva asked quietly from his shadowy corner. Craven flung up his head. "Perhaps you can tell us," he cried.
Now for the first time in the history of the whole affair Olva Dune may be said to have felt sheer physical terror, not terror of the mist, of the road, of the darkness, of the night, but terror of physical things of the loss of light and air, of the denial of food, of physical death. . . . For a moment the room swam about him.
It seemed ultimately to hang round that dreadful evening when they had been together; it was almost -although this was absurd as though Bunning knew; but, in spite of the certain assurance of his ignorance Olva felt as he moved uneasily under Bunning's gaze that the man himself was making some claim upon him.
If they refused to consider them, they must not complain if they find the next world but little to their fancy. No one had ever attacked Olva before on this subject. His reserve had been more alarming to the Soul Hunters than the coarse violence of a Cardillac or a Carfax. And now Bunning Bunning of all people in this ridiculous world had ventured. Well, there was pluck necessary for that.
Here were amazing happenings, although at present he was confused and bewildered by them. It was not that Olva was, actually, at the instant conscious of actual impressions, but rather that great emotions, great surprising happiness, seemed to shine on some horizon.
If only " and his voice caught "if only no one suspects." Olva gravely answered, "No one suspects." "If I thought that any one that there was any chance that any one had an idea. . . ." Craven's voice was echoing in Olva's ears. He answered again "No one has the slightest suspicion." Bunning got up heavily from the chair "I shall be better now. It's been so awful having a secret.
His power of resistance, once so vigorous, is now confused confusion grows to paralysis he can only now stare, distressed, at the dark temptation, there have swept over him such strong waters that struggle is no longer of avail one last clutch at the vice, one last desperate and hateful pleasure, and he is gone. . . . Olva knew that behind him in the storm the Pursuit was again upon him.
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