The House of Defence v. 2Benson, E. F. (Edward Frederic)
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The House of Defence v. 2
Benson, E. F. (Edward Frederic)
Christian Science -- Fiction; England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Spiritual healing -- Fiction
He put the light out, and lay down again, but no sooner had he closed
his eyes and tried to compose himself to sleep than the same certainty
of her presence, definite and conclusive as actual ocular vision, again
visited him. She was close to him, and as if actual words had been
spoken by her in bodily presence, he knew what filled her brain, what
she wanted. It was all about him; she was saying to him again and again:
"You are not only feeling better and stronger, but you are better. God
is making you better. You are in His presence now, and no evil, drug, or
suspicion, or hate can exist there." And together with this came the
revivified memory of his own words to her--words which were utterly
false, and which he had spoken to make his own private proceedings
secure. Now he remembered what he had said; he had used the strongest
and most solemn phrases that he could think of in order that he might go
to his cabin without fear of interruption, and--do what he had done.
This great travelling hotel of a ship had grown quite quiet during this
last hour or two. When he went to bed there had been the sound of music
still going on in the saloon, and to that there had succeeded the voices
and steps of those going to their cabins; but now there was no sound,
except the external hiss and gurgle of the divided waters, and the
little chucklings and tappings which at sea are never silent. But in the
darkness and quiet he was more than ever conscious of Maud's presence,
and of what was going on in her brain, and he began to wonder whether
this was not some drug-born hallucination. Whatever it was, its
vividness still grew, so also did the memory of what he had said to her,
till he could all but hear himself saying those blasphemous things
again. Often and often he had said dreadful and intolerable things to
Catherine, but never, so far as he knew, had he been quite so mean a
liar as he had been this afternoon to Maud. He had lied sacredly to-day
in order to secure uninterruption for the enjoyment of that which he
had renounced. Now in the darkness and quietude his words came back to
him. And all the time Maud was here; her whole soul was filled with
thankfulness to hear him speak these despicable falsehoods.
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