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The Crack of Doom

Chapter 7 GUILTY!

Word Count: 1821    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

what guarantee had I that she herself was unaware of his nefarious purpose; that she did not sympathise with it? This last thought fla

ithstanding much that might well have blotted it from my memory. Every mile sped over seemed to mark one more barrier passed on my way to some strange fate; every moment which brought me nearer th

once did anything pass between us bearing on the extraordinary relationship which he had established with me-the relation of victor an

your me

an awkward pause. It must be broken somehow. Any way o

which I had picked up at a railway bookstall. When I say that it

ave seen it, and in order to appreciate this class of fic

in your line. It is very adva

t do you mean by 'advanced'? And how could it be in my l

ean up-to-date. Wha

Is this evolved? Is it even educated? It is not always gram

sapprov

ainly

notwithstanding your i

rdless of the welfare of the community. There is nothing to admire in that. It would be invidious to blame it when the whole social scheme is equally wrong and cont

the slightest interest for you, and I

poses. Its exercise costs me too much to expend it on trifle

it in order to get myself out of a conve

thing sinister in his expression, and he rarely spoke save to say something cynical, and in consequence disagreeable. He had "seen life," that is, everything deleterious to and destructive of it. His connection with Brande

s voice effeminate. But there my own advantage, as I deemed it, over him ceased. Intellectually, he was a pupil of Brande's who did his master credit. Having made this d

pportunity of speaking to Natalie. When it came,

id hurriedly. "Will you come with me to the sea-shore? Your time, I know, is

t within her sent the red blood flaming to her cheeks. It was then given

at," I cried, "I

her head proudly back, and said straight out, wi

know that I did you an injustice.

e right to claim tha

She put her hand boldly into mine. I

y I will prove to you

ssary," she replied,

was the woman's friend-who did not intend to shirk the proof of his promise, and never did gainsay it-meant to ask the woman, before the day was over,

ntil her gloves were spoilt. We sprang from rock to rock and evaded the onrush of the foaming waves. We made aqueducts for inter-communication between deep pools. We basked in the sunsh

ose bright coins snatched from the niggard hand of Time which must a

kind, I hardly dared to put my brutal question to an innocent girl, whom I had seen wince at the suffering of a maimed bird, and pale to the lips at the death-cry of a rabbit. This time there was no possibility of untoward consequence in the question save to myself-for surely the girl was safe

we to stand he

o you know about your brother's Society, wh

ret having joined,"

it as I do," forgetting that I had still no answer to my ques

her eyes. This look maddened me. Why should she plead to me unless she was guilty? I stamped my foot u

ow sunset light glaring on their snowy crests. A tiny hand was laid upon my arm. I writhed under its deadly if delicious touch. But I could not put it away, nor keep from turning to the sweet face beside me, to

. I am not wicked, as you think. I-I-I am trying to do what I think is

d then with a sob I clasped he

el face in one breath! Child, you ha

en she gently put away my arms, and looking

ven for your lo

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