Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 18, 2025
"The lines of monomania all lead to madness," he continued. "The deeper one plunges into the mysteries of life the nearer he approaches it. But, mark you, one man may venture further than another. For years I have lived in fear of two things madness and death. Not on my account, but I had Rayel to think of."
Do you like Rayel?" he asked, turning upon me abruptly. "You need have no doubt of that," I answered, "or of my willingness to look after him if it should be necessary to take him away with me and cherish him as I would a brother." "Good! Good!" he exclaimed smiling and rubbing his hands joyfully. "I have not long to live. When the time comes, take him out among the knaves and fools!
Scribbling a few words upon the card, she gave it to me, and hurried behind the scenes. Rayel and I immediately left the theatre and walked to our apartments. The play would soon be over and we had no time to lose. On the way home I noticed that he frequently turned about and peered through the darkness as if expecting some one to join us.
Lane," said the young lady, who did not seem to appreciate the gravity of the situation. "That would be easy enough," he answered. "Would it? Ah, but I fear you would find me too plain a subject. I am not beautiful, you know, but if I wore my best clothes you might think I would do." For some time Miss Paddington continued to spin out threads of small talk, while Rayel sat listening.
He did not, seemingly, expect an answer to his remark, for, as he ceased speaking, he stepped before one of the windows and stood for a moment looking out upon the courtyard. "See!" said he suddenly, motioning to me. I stepped to his side and, looking through the window, saw Rayel running across the lawn with the lion on his shoulders.
Hester had adroitly side-tracked the herring question and started another train of speculation, when her mother's misgivings were again excited respecting the tea, which Rayel had just tasted. "Murky, sir?" she asked, with a glance of alarm. "I 'ope it don't taste murky." Mrs.
"He seems the same as usual," I said. "We cannot tell; he may live for months yet." Rayel shook his head incredulously, and sat for a long time looking out of the window in silence. "And I will go with you then?" he asked suddenly turning toward me. "Yes," I answered.
"I think I have been working too hard and need exercise that is all." Then he grasped my hand warmly and bade me good night. I believe his answer to my question was the first lie that he had ever spoken. Next day I was discharged from the hospital, and Rayel and I were driven to our apartments. He had a number of surprises prepared for me.
They were good friends to me excellent friends!" he repeated, rubbing his hands with a grim smile. "For eighteen years I have been able to carry on my work unmolested. No knowledge of what was transpiring outside this little world has ever reached me." "How did you begin the work of teaching this interior language to Rayel?" I asked.
The glamour and excitement of stage life had proved distasteful to her. She assured me that it was her intention never to go back to it, and this strengthened my hope that she would some day consent to become my wife. Rayel had told her, during my illness, the strange story of his life.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking