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Updated: June 28, 2025
"You know, of course, that I have been prepared for your arrival here," he said "by one of my students, Rafel Santoris. He has been seeking you for a long time, but now he has found you he is hardly better off for you are a rebellious child and unwilling to recognise him is it not so?" I felt a little more courageous now, and answered him at once.
Brayle, and the secretarial machine, Swinton, Rafel Santoris could have nothing in common, and as I know, by daily experience, that not even the most trifling event happens without a predestined cause for its occurrence and a purpose in its result, I was sure that the reason for his coming into touch with us at all was to be found in connection, through some mysterious intuition, with myself.
The one whom he saw plainest, and who stood with his arms hanging down on each side, appeared to him to have a face as huge as the pinnacle of St. Peter's, and limbs throughout in proportion. The monster, as the pilgrims were going by, opened his dreadful mouth, fit for no sweeter psalmody, and called after them, in the words of some unknown tongue, Rafel, maee amech zabee almee.
For what was Rafel Santoris to me? Merely an old college friend of the man who for a fortnight had been my host, and with whom he chanced to renew acquaintanceship during a yachting tour.
If I listened to the explanation offered by my inner self, it was this: That Rafel Santoris and I had known each other for ages, longer than we were permitted to remember, that the brain-pictures, or rather soul-pictures, presented to me were only a few selected out of thousands which equally concerned us, and which were stored up among eternal records, and that these few were only recalled to remind me of circumstances which I might erroneously think were all entirely forgotten.
And so far as I myself was concerned I desired nothing in this world or the next save just to know if Rafel Santoris still lived and yes! one other assurance to feel that I still possessed the treasure of his love. All the past, present and future hung on this possibility, there was nothing more to hope for or to attain.
Moreover, there was nothing in my heart or mind with regard to Rafel Santoris save a keen interest and sense of friendship.
As a kind of desperate resource, I took out the letter Rafel Santoris had written to me, and read its every word with an eager passion of yearning especially the one passage that ran thus "We you and I who know that Life, being ALL Life, CANNOT die, ought to be wiser in our present space of time than to doubt each other's infinite capability for love and the perfect world of beauty which love creates."
I knew that I had found my love! that it was Rafel Santoris who thus held me in his close embrace, that I had fulfilled my own desire, which was to prove my faith if not my worthiness that I had won all I wanted in this world and the next, and that nothing could ever separate our Souls, one from the other again!
But just now you are not quite sure whether it is for his sake, you wish to hold, for YOURSELF, the secret of life and the power of life's continuance the secret of youth and the power of youth's continuance, and you most certainly wish to have for yourself, as well as for Rafel, the secret of love and the power of love's continuance.
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