The MagicianMaugham, W. Somerset (William Somerset)
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The Magician
Maugham, W. Somerset (William Somerset)
Magic -- Fiction; Paris (France) -- Fiction
“The law can offer you no help, and what else can you do?”
She asked the question, meaning if possible to get from him some hint
of his intentions; but the grimness of his answer, though it only
confirmed her vague suspicions, startled her.
“If I can do nothing else, I shall shoot him like a dog.”
She could think of nothing to say, and for a while they remained in
silence. Then he got up.
“I think I should prefer it if you went,” he said. “You can only hamper
me.”
“I shall stay here as long as you do.”
“Why?”
“Because if you do anything, I shall be compromised. I may be arrested.
I think the fear of that may restrain you.”
He looked at her steadily. She met his eyes with a calmness which
showed that she meant exactly what she said, and he turned uneasily
away. A silence even greater than before fell upon them. They did not
move. It was so still in the room that it might have been empty. The
breathlessness of the air increased, so that it was horribly
oppressive. Suddenly there was a loud rattle of thunder, and a flash of
lightning tore across the heavy clouds. Susie thanked Heaven for the
storm which would give presently a welcome freshness. She felt
excessively ill at ease, and it was a relief to ascribe her sensation
to a state of the atmosphere. Again the thunder rolled. It was so loud
that it seemed to be immediately above their heads. And the wind rose
suddenly and swept with a long moan through the trees that surrounded
the house. It was a sound so human that it might have come from the
souls of dead men suffering hopeless torments of regret.
The lamp went out, so suddenly that Susie was vaguely frightened. It
gave one flicker, and they were in total darkness. It seemed as though
someone had leaned over the chimney and blown it out. The night was
very black, and they could not see the window which opened on to the
country. The darkness was so peculiar that for a moment no one stirred.
Then Susie heard Dr Porhoët slip his hand across the table to find
matches, but it seemed that they were not there. Again a loud peal of
thunder startled them, but the rain would not fall. They panted for
fresh air. On a sudden Susie’s heart gave a bound, and she sprang up.
“There’s someone in the room.”
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