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I cannot say that either her life or her death left any deep mark upon me not if I am honest. I don't think I understand love certainly not the love which Rafel Santoris looks upon as the secret key of the Universe." Instinctively my eyes turned towards the 'Dream' at anchor. She looked like a phantom vessel in the moonlight.
For a moment I could not realise what had been said and tried to repeat both question and answer 'Where did the yacht go down? 'Off Armadale, in Skye. What did it mean? The yacht? Gone down? What yacht? They were talking of Santoris of Rafel, my beloved!
I began to think that even if Rafel Santoris were separated from me by some mischance, or changed to me in any way, it need not affect me over-much so long as I cherished the love I had for him in my own soul. Our passion was of a higher quality than the merely material, -it was material and spiritual together, the spiritual predominating, thus making of it the only passion that can last.
He IS Rafel Santoris I ought to have known that there's only one of his type! But the curious part of it is that he should be nearly as old as I am, yet somehow he is not!" I laughed.
I shuddered a little, as with cold. 'The women who have loved Rafel Santoris! This phrase seemed to darken the very recollection of the handsome face and form of the man I had, almost unconsciously to myself, begun to idealise something coarse and common suggested itself in association with him, and my heart sank within me, deprived of hope. Voices, merely! yet how they tortured me!
You are here by the wicked will of Rafel Santoris a man who would sacrifice any life remorselessly in the support of his own mad theories! You are under his influence, you poor creature! so easily trapped, too! you think you are following your own way and carrying out your own wishes, but you are really the slave of Santoris and have been so ever since you met him.
Harland's shoulder he looked the very embodiment of active, powerful manhood. Morton Harland stared at him in amazement and something of terror. "Rafel Santoris!" he repeated "You are his living image, but you cannot be himself you are too young!" A gleam of amusement sparkled in the stranger's eyes. "Don't let us talk of age or youth for the moment" he said.
Therefore it seemed necessary I should remove myself, moreover, I was resolved that all the years I had spent in trying to find the way to some of Nature's secrets should not be wasted I would learn, I too, what Rafel Santoris had learned in the House of Aselzion and then we might perhaps stand on equal ground, sure of ourselves and of each other!
I resisted with all my strength, still holding tightly the book of the 'Secret of Life' in one hand. But their united efforts were beginning to overpower me, and feeling myself growing weaker and weaker I cried aloud in desperation: "Rafel! Rafel!" In an instant I stood free.
I was to have my wilful desires granted, then! I was actually to see and speak with the man to whom Rafel Santoris owed his prolonged youth and power, and under whose training he had passed through an ordeal which had taught him some of the deepest mysteries of life!
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