The Damned eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 94 pages of information about The Damned.

“What in the world do you think it is?” My voice had become involuntarily hushed.  There was awe in it.  Her answer, given with slow emphasis, brought back all my reserve:  the phraseology provoked me rather:—­“Whatever it is, Bill, it is not of God.”

I got up to go downstairs.  I believe I shrugged my shoulders.  “Would you like to leave, Frances?  Shall we go back to town?” I suggested this at the door, and hearing no immediate reply, I turned back to look.  Frances was sitting with her head bowed over and buried in her hands.  The attitude horribly suggested tears.  No woman, I realized, can keep back the pressure of strong emotion as long as Frances had done, without ending in a fluid collapse.  I waited a moment uneasily, longing to comfort, yet afraid to act—­and in this way discovered the existence of the appalling emotion in myself, hitherto but half guessed.  At all costs a scene must be prevented:  it would involve such exaggeration and overstatement.  Brutally, such is the weakness of the ordinary man, I turned the handle to go out, but my sister then raised her head.  The sunlight caught her face, framed untidily in its auburn hair, and I saw her wonderful expression with a start.  Pity, tenderness, and sympathy shone in it like a flame.  It was undeniable.  There shone through all her features the imperishable love and yearning to sacrifice self for others which I have seen in only one type of human being.  It was the great mother look.

“We must stay by Mabel and help her get it straight,” she whispered, making the decision for us both.

I murmured agreement.  Abashed and half ashamed, I stole softly from the room and went out into the grounds.  And the first thing clearly realized when alone was this:  that the long scene between us was without definite result.  The exchange of confidence was really nothing but hints and vague suggestion.  We had decided to stay, but it was a negative decision not to leave rather than a positive action.  All our words and questions, our guesses, inferences, explanations, our most subtle allusions and insinuations, even the odious paintings themselves, were without definite result.  Nothing had happened.

Chapter VI

And instinctively, once alone, I made for the places where she had painted her extraordinary pictures; I tried to see what she had seen.  Perhaps, now that she had opened my mind to another view, I should be sensitive to some similar interpretation—­and possibly by way of literary expression.  If I were to write about the place, I asked myself, how should I treat it?  I deliberately invited an interpretation in the way that came easiest to me—­writing.

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