The Three Impostors; or, The TransmutationsMachen, Arthur
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The Three Impostors; or, The Transmutations
Machen, Arthur
Fiction; Horror tales, English
"Yes," he said later, "it was a very painful sight, and I don't wonder
you were alarmed. We may hope that good food will build him up a little,
but I am afraid he will never be really cured;" and he affected the
dismal and conventional air with which one speaks of hopeless illness,
and yet beneath it I detected the delight that leapt up rampant within
him, and fought and struggled to find utterance. It was as if one
glanced down on the even surface of the sea, clear and immobile, and saw
beneath raging depths, and a storm of contending billows. It was indeed
to me a torturing and offensive problem that this man, who had so
bounteously rescued me from the sharpness of death, and showed himself
in all the relations of life full of benevolence and pity and kindly
forethought, should so manifestly be for once on the side of the demons,
and take a ghastly pleasure in the torments of an afflicted
fellow-creature. Apart, I struggled with the horned difficulty, and
strove to find the solution, but without the hint of a clue; beset by
mystery and contradiction, I saw nothing that might help me, and began
to wonder whether, after all, I had not escaped from the white mist of
the suburb at too dear a rate. I hinted something of my thought to the
professor; I said enough to let him know that I was in the most acute
perplexity, but the moment after regretted what I had done, when I saw
his face contort with a spasm of pain.
"My dear Miss Lally," he said, "you surely do not wish to leave us? No,
no, you would not do it. You do not know how I rely on you; how
confidently I go forward, assured that you are here to watch over my
children. You, Miss Lally, are my rear-guard; for, let me tell you, that
the business in which I am engaged is not wholly devoid of peril. You
have not forgotten what I said the first morning here; my lips are shut
by an old and firm resolve, till they can open to utter no ingenious
hypothesis or vague surmise but irrefragable fact, as certain as a
demonstration in mathematics. Think over it, Miss Lally, not for a
moment would I endeavor to keep you here against your own instincts, and
yet I tell you frankly that I am persuaded that it is here, here amidst
the woods, that your duty lies."
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