The Lock and Key Library: Classic Mystery and Detective Stories: Old Time English
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The Lock and Key Library: Classic Mystery and Detective Stories: Old Time English
Detective and mystery stories; Fiction; Ghost stories
"I do not merit the trust you affect in my courage; but I am now on
my guard against the cheats of the fancy, and the fumes of a vapor
can scarcely bewilder the brain in the open air of this mountain
land. I believe in no races like those which you tell me lie
viewless in space, as do gases. I believe not in magic; I ask not
its aids, and I dread not its terrors. For the rest, I am
confident of one mournful courage--the courage that comes from
despair. I submit to your guidance, whatever it be, as a sufferer
whom colleges doom to the grave submits to the quack who says,
'Take my specific and live!' My life is naught in itself; my life
lives in another. You and I are both brave from despair; you would
turn death from yourself--I would turn death from one I love more
than myself. Both know how little aid we can win from the
colleges, and both, therefore, turn to the promises most
audaciously cheering. Dervish or magician, alchemist or phantom,
what care you and I? And if they fail us, what then? They cannot
fail us more than the colleges do!"
V
The gold has been gained with an easy labor. I knew where to seek
for it, whether under the turf or in the bed of the creek. But
Margrave's eyes, hungrily gazing round every spot from which the
ore was disburied, could not detect the substance of which he alone
knew the outward appearance. I had begun to believe that, even in
the description given to him of this material, he had been
credulously duped, and that no such material existed, when, coming
back from the bed of the watercourse, I saw a faint, yellow gleam
amidst the roots of a giant parasite plant, the leaves and blossoms
of which climbed up the sides of the cave with its antediluvian
relics. The gleam was the gleam of gold, and on removing the loose
earth round the roots of the plant, we came on-- No, I will not, I
dare not, describe it. The gold digger would cast it aside; the
naturalist would pause not to heed it; and did I describe it, and
chemistry deign to subject it to analysis, could chemistry alone
detach or discover its boasted virtues?
Its particles, indeed, are very minute, not seeming readily to
crystallize with each other; each in itself of uniform shape and
size, spherical as the egg which contains the germ of life, and
small as the egg from which the life of an insect may quicken.
But Margrave's keen eye caught sight of the atoms upcast by the
light of the moon. He exclaimed to me, "Found! I shall live!"
And then, as he gathered up the grains with tremulous hands, he
called out to the Veiled Woman, hitherto still seated motionless on
the crag. At his word she rose and went to the place hard by,
where the fuel was piled, busying herself there. I had no leisure
to heed her. I continued my search in the soft and yielding soil
that time and the decay of vegetable life had accumulated over the
pre-Adamite strata on which the arch of the cave rested its mighty
keystone.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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