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Your charming conversation had almost made me forget the object of our visit!" He went back and took the various things he needed. Then the three men went out together. More than an hour had elapsed since the Wanderer and Unorna had finally turned the key upon Israel Kafka, leaving him to his own reflections.
It is nonsense to pretend that human life may not possibly, and before long, be enormously prolonged, and that by some shorter cut to longevity than temperance and sanitation. No man can say that it will, but no man of average intelligence can now deny that it may. Unorna had hesitated at the door, and she hesitated now.
How could Unorna tell that he was not already gone, that his spirit had not passed already, even when she was lifting his weight from the ground? At the despairing thought she started and looked up. She had almost expected to see that shadow beside her again. But there was nothing. The lifeless bodies stood motionless in their mimicry of life under the bright light.
But she preferred to say nothing, lest she should judge Unorna unjustly. After all, she did not know. What she had seen had seemed bad enough and strange enough, but apart from the fact that Beatrice had been found upon the altar, where she certainly had no business to be, and that Unorna had acted like a guilty woman, there was little to lay hold of in the way of fact.
Unorna had listened with half-closed eyes, but with unfaltering attention, watching the speaker's face from beneath her drooping lids, making no effort to read his thoughts, but weighing his words and impressing every detail of his story upon her mind. When he had done there was silence for a time, broken only by the plash and ripple of the falling water. "She is not here," said Unorna at last.
But the hymn ended, the voice was silent, and Sister Paul's glance turned again towards the altar. The moment was passed and Unorna was again what she had been before.
She could see that the dark eyes were open now. The great shock had recalled her to consciousness. "Where am I?" she asked in great distress, seeing nothing in the darkness now, and groping with her hands. "Sleep be silent and sleep!" said Unorna in low, firm tones, pressing her palm upon the forehead. "No no!" cried the startled woman in a voice of horror.
But if you find that you are reaching a point on which your judgment is clouded, you had better shut up the magic lantern and take the rational view of the case." "Perhaps you are right." "Will you allow me to say something very frank, Unorna?" asked Keyork with unusual diffidence. "If you can manage to be frank without being brutal." "I will be short, at all events. It is this.
Seriously, Unorna, I am not the devil. I can prove it to you conclusively on theological grounds." "Can you? They say that his majesty is a lawyer, and a successful one, in good practice." "What caused Satan's fall? Pride. Then pride is his chief characteristic. Am I proud, Unorna?
It is indeed short enough, and I marvel at the many words in which you have put so little!" She laughed in a hard tone. But Israel Kafka's eyes grew dark and the sombre fire beamed in them as he spoke again. The weary, tortured smile left his wan lips, and his pale face grew stern. "Laugh, laugh, Unorna!" he cried. "You do not laugh alone.
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