I stared at him,--then burst into a laugh.

"Assist me? Why no!--you can do nothing. I want rest, ... and I cannot

sleep here, ... the air is too close and sulphureous,----the very stars

are burning hot! ..." I paused,--he regarded me with his usual gravely

derisive expression. "I am going down to my cabin"--I continued, trying

to speak more calmly----"I shall be _alone_ there ... perhaps!" Again I

laughed wildly and involuntarily, and staggered away from him down the

deck-stairs, afraid to look back lest I should see those Three Figures

of fate following me.

Once safe in my cabin I shut to the door violently, and in feverish

haste, seized my case of pistols. I took out one and loaded it. My heart

was beating furiously,--I kept my eyes fixed on the ground, lest they

should encounter the dead eyes of Sibyl.

"One click of the trigger--" I whispered--"and all is over! I shall be

at peace,--senseless,--sightless and painless. Horrors can no longer

haunt me, ... I shall sleep!"

I raised the weapon steadily to my right temple, ... when suddenly my

cabin-door opened, and Lucio looked in.

"Pardon me!" he said, as he observed my attitude--"I had no idea you

were busy! I will go away. I would not disturb you for the world!"

His smile had something fiendish in its fine mockery;--moved with a

quick revulsion of feeling I turned the pistol downwards and held its

muzzle firmly against the table near me.

"_You_ say that!" I exclaimed in acute anguish,--"_you_ say it--seeing

me thus! I thought you were my friend!"

He looked full at me, ... his eyes grew large and luminous with a

splendour of scorn, passion and sorrow intermingled.

"Did you?" and again the terrific smile lit up his pale features,--"You

were mistaken! _I am your Enemy!_"

A dreadful silence followed. Something lurid and unearthly in his

expression appalled me, ... I trembled and grew cold with fear.

Mechanically I replaced the pistol in its case,----then I gazed up at

him with a vacant wonder and wild piteousness, seeing that his dark and

frowning figure seemed to increase in stature, towering above me like

the gigantic shadow of a storm-cloud! My blood froze with an unnameable

sickening terror, ... then, thick darkness veiled my sight, and I

dropped down senseless!

The Sorrows of Satan or, The Strange Experience of One Geoffrey Tempest, Millionaire: A Romance · 第 112 / 118 题