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Updated: June 8, 2025
In other days Unorna had heard him speak like this to her, and she had loved the speech, though not the man, and sometimes for its sake she had wished her heart could find its fellow in his. And even now, the tone and the words had a momentary effect upon her.
The nerves give way then the vitality the complexion goes men of five and twenty years look old under it. But you will see for yourself before long. Good-bye. I will go in and see what is the matter with Unorna."
Not very long ago the sacrilege which Unorna attempted was actually committed at night in a Catholic church in London, under circumstances that clearly proved the intention of some person or persons to defile the consecrated wafers.
"Do not talk like that, Unorna," he said. "Be just first." "What is justice?" she asked. Then she turned her head away again. "If you knew what justice means for me you would not ask me to be just. You would be more merciful." "You exaggerate " He spoke kindly, but she interrupted him. "No. You do not know, that is all. And you can never guess.
Unorna shrugged her shoulders impatiently and did not answer. Keyork relinquished the fencing. "It is of no importance," he said, changing his tone. "Your dream or whatever it was seems to have been the second of your two experiences. You said there were two, did you not? What was the first?" Unorna sat silent for some minutes, as though collecting her thoughts.
Below, hundreds of candles blazed upon the altar in the choir and sent their full yellow radiance up to the faces of the two women, as they knelt there almost side by side, both young, both beautiful, but utterly unlike. In a single glance Unorna had understood that it was true. An arm's length separated her from the rival whose very existence made her own happiness an utter impossibility.
"You talk of death!" exclaimed Unorna scornfully. "You talk of dying for me because you are ill to-day. To-morrow, Keyork Arabian will have cured you, and then, for aught I know, you will talk of killing me instead. This is child's talk, boy's talk. If we are to listen to you, you must be more eloquent.
Nothing of that kind that you have ever undertaken has failed." "Except against you," said Unorna, thoughtfully. "Except against me, of course. How could you ever expect anything of the kind to succeed against me, my dear lady?" "And why not? After all, in spite of our jesting, you are not a supernatural being." "That depends entirely on the interpretation you give to the word supernatural.
So far as it was possible to believe in the sincerity of any of the strange persons among whom the Wanderer found himself, it seemed certain that the sage was attached to Unorna by some bond of mutual interests which he would be loth to break.
He shook his head in mock melancholy over his supposed intellectual dotage. Unorna turned away, this time with the determination to leave him. "I am sorry if I have offended you," he said, very meekly. "Was what I said so very unpardonable?"
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