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"
You
would
have
cause
to
rejoice
!
"
I
said
.
He
moved
two
paces
towards
me
,
and
laid
his
hands
gently
on
my
shoulders
.
"
No
,
Geoffrey
"
--
and
his
rich
voice
had
a
strange
soft
music
in
it
--
"
No
,
my
friend
!
If
I
were
Satan
I
should
probably
lament
!
--
for
every
lost
soul
would
of
necessity
remind
me
of
my
own
fall
,
my
own
despair
--
and
set
another
bar
between
myself
and
heaven
!
Remember
--
the
very
Devil
was
an
Angel
once
!
"
His
eyes
smiled
,
and
yet
I
could
have
sworn
there
were
tears
in
them
.
I
wrung
his
hand
hard
--
I
felt
that
notwithstanding
his
assumed
coldness
and
cynicism
,
the
fate
of
young
Lynton
had
affected
him
profoundly
.
My
liking
for
him
gained
new
fervour
from
this
impression
,
and
I
went
to
bed
more
at
ease
with
myself
and
things
in
general
.
During
the
few
minutes
I
spent
in
undressing
I
became
even
able
to
contemplate
the
tragedy
of
the
evening
with
less
regret
and
greater
calmness
--
for
it
was
certainly
no
use
worrying
over
the
irrevocable
--
and
,
after
all
,
what
interest
had
the
Viscount
's
life
for
me
?
None
.
I
began
to
ridicule
myself
for
my
own
weakness
and
disinterested
emotion
--
and
presently
,
being
thoroughly
fatigued
,
fell
sound
asleep
.
Towards
morning
however
,
perhaps
about
four
or
five
o'clock
,
I
woke
suddenly
as
though
touched
by
an
invisible
hand
.
I
was
shivering
violently
,
and
my
body
was
bathed
in
a
cold
perspiration
.
In
the
otherwise
dark
room
there
was
something
strangely
luminous
,
like
a
cloud
of
white
smoke
or
fire
.
I
started
up
,
rubbing
my
eyes
--
and
stared
before
me
for
a
moment
,
doubting
the
evidence
of
my
own
senses
.
For
,
plainly
visible
and
substantially
distinct
,
at
a
distance
of
perhaps
five
paces
from
my
bed
,
stood
three
Figures
,
muffled
in
dark
garments
and
closely
hooded
.
So
solemnly
inert
they
were
--
so
heavily
did
their
sable
draperies
fall
about
them
that
it
was
impossible
to
tell
whether
they
were
men
or
women
--
but
what
paralysed
me
with
amazement
and
terror
was
the
strange
light
that
played
around
and
above
them
--
the
spectral
,
wandering
,
chill
radiance
that
illumined
them
like
the
rays
of
a
faint
wintry
moon
.
I
strove
to
cry
out
--
but
my
tongue
refused
to
obey
me
--
and
my
voice
was
strangled
in
my
throat
.
The
Three
remained
absolutely
motionless
--
and
again
I
rubbed
my
eyes
,
wondering
if
this
were
a
dream
or
some
hideous
optical
delusion
.
Trembling
in
every
limb
,
I
stretched
my
hand
towards
the
bell
intending
to
ring
violently
for
assistance
--
when
--
a
Voice
,
low
and
thrilling
with
intense
anguish
,
caused
me
to
shrink
back
appalled
,
and
my
arm
fell
nerveless
at
my
side
.
"
Misery
!
"
The
word
struck
the
air
with
a
harsh
reproachful
clang
,
and
I
nearly
swooned
with
the
horror
of
it
.
For
now
one
of
the
Figures
moved
,
and
a
face
gleamed
out
from
beneath
its
hooded
wrappings
--
a
face
white
as
whitest
marble
and
fixed
into
such
an
expression
of
dreadful
despair
as
froze
my
blood
.
Then
came
a
deep
sigh
that
was
more
like
a
death-groan
,
and
again
the
word
,
"
Misery
!
"
shuddered
upon
the
silence
.
Mad
with
fear
,
and
scarcely
knowing
what
I
did
,
I
sprang
from
the
bed
,
and
began
desperately
to
advance
upon
these
fantastic
masqueraders
,
determined
to
seize
them
and
demand
the
meaning
of
this
practical
and
untimely
jest
--
when
suddenly
all
Three
lifted
their
heads
and
turned
their
faces
on
me
--
such
faces
!
--
indescribably
awful
in
their
pallid
agony
--
and
a
whisper
more
ghastly
than
a
shriek
,
penetrated
the
very
fibres
of
my
consciousness
--
"
Misery
!
"
With
a
furious
bound
I
flung
myself
upon
them
--
my
hands
struck
empty
space
.
Yet
there
--
distinct
as
ever
--
they
stood
,
glowering
down
upon
me
,
while
my
clenched
fists
beat
impotently
through
and
beyond
their
seemingly
corporeal
shapes
!
And
then
--
all
at
once
--
I
became
aware
of
their
eyes
--
eyes
that
watched
me
pitilessly
,
stedfastly
,
and
disdainfully
--
eyes
that
like
witch-fires
,
seemed
to
slowly
burn
terrific
meanings
into
my
very
flesh
and
spirit
.
Convulsed
and
almost
frantic
with
the
strain
on
my
nerves
,
I
abandoned
myself
to
despair
--
this
awful
sight
meant
death
I
thought
--
my
last
hour
had
surely
come
!
Then
--
I
saw
the
lips
of
one
of
those
dreadful
faces
move
...
some
superhuman
instinct
in
me
leaped
to
life
,
...
in
some
strange
way
I
thought
I
knew
,
or
guessed
the
horror
of
what
that
next
utterance
would
be
,
...
and
with
all
my
remaining
force
I
cried
out
--
"
No
!
No
!
Not
that
eternal
Doom
!
.
.
Not
yet
!
"
