Part 9 (2/2)
”You had your choice,” the man answered. ”It is true that you are one unique among the millions of your fellow-creatures. The blackness of your heart is concealed by the purity of your face, and your real being so disguised that none suspect. If your real ident.i.ty were discovered some prophets would declare that the end of the world was near.” And he laughed coa.r.s.ely.
”Yes, yes,” she cried quickly. ”But do not taunt me. I know too well the far-reaching influence which emanates from me, and the fatal effect of my touch upon all that is held sacred by those who believe in the Supreme. I have striven to do good, and have only wrought evil; I have been charitable, and my efforts have only resulted in bringing disaster upon the needy. Those whom I thought to benefit have rewarded me by curses, because all that I do is the work of the wicked. I have struggled to lead a double life, and have failed. I have tried to counterbalance the evil I am compelled to achieve by doing good works such as might endear me in the eyes of those who believe in the Supreme; but all, alas, has been in vain--all futile. I am now convinced that in my heart there can remain no good feeling, no womanly love, no charitableness towards my fellows.”
”It is only what might be expected,” he said in a dry tone. ”Your great beauty is given you to cover your heart. You are soulless.”
”Yes,” she cried. ”That is true--only too true. I have no soul, no conscience, no regret!”
She spoke in a hard tone, as though utterly wearied of life. Her voice had lost its music, and her speech was of one in blank despair.
”If you are without regret, then what I have suggested is the more easy of accomplishment,” he said, in a low intense voice. ”Remember that no power on earth can withstand your influence.”
”I will not!” she cried, starting up in fierce determination. ”Through your evil counsel I have already wrought that which I shall ever regret,” she went on. ”I have placed myself beneath the thraldom irrevocably, and have brought upon those who admired me a doom which has destroyed their happiness and wrecked their lives. I have now a lover-- a man who, because of my good looks, is infatuated, as others have been.”
”It has been decided!” her companion said, with a calmness that was appalling.
”But I love him!” she declared. ”I myself will be his protector!”
”You intend to defy the resolution which has been arrived at?”
”I have no intention of committing further sin,” she said. ”I may be an evil-doer and one of the accursed, but none shall say that I deliberately acted in such manner towards one who became fascinated by my beauty. Rather would I disfigure my face by burns or acid in order to render myself ugly and unattractive.”
”No woman would do that of her own free will,” he laughed.
”No ordinary woman could,” she said. ”But recollect who I am. Reflect upon my far-reaching influence for evil--an influence which is felt throughout this kingdom. I tell you that rather than continue I would kill myself.”
The man laughed aloud.
”I admit all that,” he said. ”If the people of London knew the truth they would, I believe, tear you limb from limb. But they are ignorant; therefore you are but an ordinary girl of more than extraordinary beauty.”
”Which means that my beauty will always ruin those upon whom I may bestow a glance. As my touch is fatal to certain objects of adoration, so is my love-look fatal to those who admire me. No,” she added, after a brief pause, ”I have determined to act as this man's protector, instead of his destroyer.”
”You are relenting,” he observed with sarcasm. ”Soon you will proclaim your repentance.”
”No!” she cried fiercely. ”I shall never repent, because of you. To you I owe the major part of this evil of which I am possessed, and to you--”
”It was your choice,” he interrupted, with a brutal laugh. ”You accepted the challenge, and gave your soul to the Evil One. Why blame me?”
”At your instigation,” she went on in fierce anger. ”To the world I am a pure, ingenuous girl; yet beneath this veil of virtue and purity I work these veritable miracles of evil, possessing a power which ofttimes appals me, an irresistible influence that nothing can withstand. I am unique in the world as possessing this superhuman faculty of being able to impart evil to those with whom I come into contact, be they pure as angels. You taunt me,” she added. ”But some day you will crave mercy of me, and then I will show you none--none! I will be hard-hearted as flint--as relentless as you are to-night!”
”You wish to break away from the compact, but you shall not,” the man said firmly, between his teeth. ”If you prefer defiance, well and good.
But I merely point out that obedience is best.”
She paused. She was, I surmised, deep in reflection.
”Very well,” at last she answered, in a hoa.r.s.e, unnatural voice. ”Now that I have sunk so low I suppose it is impossible to sink further. But recollect that this same influence that I will exert over this, my latest victim, I will one day exert over you. I warn you. One day ere long you will crave pity at my feet.”
”Never from you,” the man said, with a short defiant laugh.
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