The Heart of Denise, and Other TalesLevett Yeats, S. (Sidney)
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The Heart of Denise, and Other Tales
Levett Yeats, S. (Sidney)
Fiction; Short stories
All through the afternoon he had been in agony with his wrist, but
towards evening the pain ceased as suddenly as it had come on, and
Brown attended the banquet, a little pale and shaken, but still
himself. On Brown's right hand sat the Bishop of Browboro', on his
left a most distinguished scientist, and amongst the crowd of waiters
was Simmonds, who had hired himself out for the evening to earn an
extra shilling or so to eke out his miserable subsistence. The man of
science had just returned from Mount Atlas, whither he had gone to
observe the transit of Mercury, and had come back full of stories of
witchcraft. He led the conversation in that direction, and very soon
the Bishop, Brown, and himself were engaged in the discussion of
_diablerie_. The Bishop was a learned and a saintly man, and was a
"believer"; the scientist was puzzled by what he had seen, and Brown
openly scoffed.
"Look here!" and pulling back his cuff, he showed the red mark on his
wrist to his companions, "if I were to tell you how that came here,
you would say the devil himself marked me."
"I confess I am curious," said the scientist; and the Bishop fixed an
inquiring gaze upon Brown. Simmonds was standing behind, and
unconsciously drew near. Then the man, omitting many things, told the
history of the mark on his wrist. He left out much, but he told enough
to make the scientist edge his chair a little further from him, and a
look of grave compassion, not untinged with scorn, to come into the
eyes of the Bishop. As Brown came to the end of his story he became
unnaturally excited, he raised his voice, and, with a sudden gesture,
held his wrist close to the Bishop's face. "There!" he said, "I
suppose you would say the devil did that?"
And as the Bishop looked, a voice seemed to breathe in his ear: "_And
he caused all ... to receive a mark in their right hand, or in their
foreheads_." It was as if his soul was speaking to him and urging him
to say the words aloud. He did not; but with a pale face gently put
aside Brown's hand. "I do not know, Mr. Brown--but I think you are
called upon for a speech."
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