The Necromancers eBook

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a sense of disgust.  In fact for a while there was a period when to that tiny spot of identity it appeared that it would be an incalculable relief to cease from striving, and to let self itself be merged in that Personality so amazingly strong and compelling, that had precipitated itself upon the rest....  Relief?  Certainly.  For though emotion as most men know it was crushed out—­that emotion stirred by human love or hatred—­there remained an instinct which strove, which, by one long continuous tension, maintained itself in being.

For the malignity of the thing was overwhelming.  It was not mere pressure; it had a character of its own for which the girl afterwards had no words.  She could only say that, so far from being negation, or emptiness, or non-being, it had an air, hot as flame, black as pitch, and hard as iron.

That then was the situation for a time which she could only afterwards reckon by guesswork; there was no development or movement—­no measurable incidents; there was but the state that remained poised; below all those comparatively superficial faculties with which men in general carry on their affairs—­that state in which two Personalities faced one another, welded together in a grip that lay on the very brink of fusion....

Chapter XVIII


The cocks were crowing from the yards behind the village when Maggie opened her eyes, clear shrill music, answered from the hill as by their echoes, and the yews outside were alive with the dawn-chirping of the sparrows.

She lay there quite quietly, watching under her tired eyelids, through the still unshuttered windows, the splendid glow, seen behind the twisted stems in front and the slender fairy forest of birches on the further side of the garden.  Immediately outside the window lay the path, deep in yew-needles, the ground-ivy beyond, and the wet lawn glistening in the strange mystical light of morning.

She had no need to remember or consider.  She knew every step and process of the night.  That was Laurie who lay opposite in a deep sleep, his head on his arm, breathing deeply and regularly; and this was the little smoking-room where she had seen the cigarettes laid ready against his coming, last night.

There was still a log just alight on the hearth, she noticed.  She got out of her chair, softly and stiffly, for she felt intolerably languid and tired.  Besides, she must not disturb the boy.  So she went down on her knees, and, with infinite craft, picked out a coal or two from the fender and dropped them neatly into the core of red-heat that still smoldered.  But a fragment of wood detached itself and fell with a sharp sound; and she knew, even without turning her head, that the boy had awakened.  There was a faint inarticulate murmur, a rustle and a long sigh.

Then she turned round.

Laurie was lying on his back, his arms clasped behind his head, looking at her with a quiet meditative air.  He appeared no more astonished or perplexed than herself.  He was a little white-looking and tired in the light of dawn, but his eyes were bright and sure.

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