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"All this foolishness" he answered, with a gentle seriousness "This idea of eternal life and love which the artful conjurer Rafel Santoris has instilled into your too sensitive and credulous imagination these fantastic beliefs in the immortality and individuality of the soul, and you will accept old age and death with the sane resignation of ordinary mortals.
The floor sank, and I sank with it, down to a great depth so swiftly that I had no time to think what had happened till the sensation of falling stopped abruptly, and I found myself in a narrow green lane, completely shadowed by the wide boughs of over-arching trees. Hardly could I realise my surroundings when I saw Rafel! Rafel Santoris himself walking towards me but not alone!
"Yes! your first lesson!" he answered, smiling gravely "The first lesson in what you have come here to learn, the perpetuation of your life on earth for just so long as you desire it the secret which gives to Rafel Santoris his youth and strength and power, as well as his governance over certain elemental forces.
For the rest I leave you to decide you will go to the House of Aselzion and perhaps you will remain there some time, at any rate when you depart from thence you will have learned much, and you will know what is best for yourself and for me. My beloved, I commend you to God with all my adoring soul and am Your lover, Rafel Santoris
I felt that I could have battered down the wall between me and those torturing voices in my feverish desire to know the worst the worst at all costs! If Rafel were dead but no! -he could not die! He could not actually perish but he could be parted from me as he had been parted before and I I should be alone again alone as I had been all my life!
Moved by curiosity, I drew the curtain aside, and my heart gave a quick bound of delight, it was an admirably painted portrait of Rafel Santoris.
Harland, and he hurried to the gangway just in time to receive the visitor as he stepped on deck. "Well, Harland, how are you?" said a mellow voice in the cheeriest of accents "It's strange we should meet like this after so many years!" At these words and at sight of the speaker, Morton Harland started back as if he had been shot. "Santoris!" he exclaimed "Not possible! Rafel Santoris! No!
No eloquent description could give any idea of the enthralling sweetness of the harmonies that were more BREATHED upon the air than sounded and I became absorbed in following the rhythm of the delicious cadences as they rose and fell. Then by degrees my thoughts wandered away to Rafel Santoris, where was he now? in what peaceful expanse of shining waters had his fairy vessel cast anchor?
Rafel Santoris is safe and well and his soul is so much with you you are so constantly in his thoughts, that it is as if he were himself here see!" And he placed his two hands for a moment over my eyes and then removed them. I uttered a cry of ecstasy for there before me on the moonlit water I saw the 'Dream'! her sails glittering with light, and her aerial shape clearly defined against the sky!
We suggested the death of Rafel Santoris as well as his treachery, you heard, as you thought, voices behind a wall but there were no voices only the suggestion of voices in your mind. You saw strange phantoms and shadows, they had no existence except in so far as we made them exist and present themselves to your mental vision.
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