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Moonchild
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Chapter
OF THE RENEWAL OF THE GREAT ATTACK;
AND HOW IT FARED
DOUGLAS had been decidedly put out by the death of his wife. After all, she
had been a sort of habit; a useful drudge, when all was said. Besides, he
missed, acutely, the pleasures of torturing her. His suspicions of the bona
fides of Balloch were conjoined with actual annoyance.
It was at this painful moment in his career that Cremers came to the rescue.
A widowed friend of hers had left a daughter in her charge: for Cremers had
the great gift of inspiring confidence. This daughter was being educated in a
convent in Belgium. The old woman immediately telegraphed for her, and
presented her to Douglas with the compliments of the season. Nothing could
have been more timely or agreeable. She was a gentle innocent child, as
pretty and charming as he had ever seen. It was a great point in the game of
the astute Cremers to have pleased the sorcerer; and she began insensibly to
gain ascendancy over his spirit. He had at first suspected her of being an
emissary of his colleague, "A.B." who might naturally wish to destroy him.
For the plan of the sorcerer who wishes to be sole and supreme is to destroy
all rivals, enemies, and companions; while the magician attains supremacy in
Unity by constantly uniting himself with others, and finding himself equally
in every element of existence. It is the difference between hate and love.
[292] He had been careful to examine her magically, and found no trace of
"A.B." in her "aura." On the contrary, he concluded that her ambition was to
supplant "A.B."; and that went well with his own ideas. But first he must get
her into his Fourteen, and have a permanent hold over her.
She, on the other hand, appeared singly desirous of making herself a
treasure to him. She knew the one torment that gnawed continually at his
liver, the hate of Cyril Grey. And she proposed to herself to win him wholly
by offering that gentleman's scalp. She sharpened her linguistic tomahawk.
One fine day in April she tackled him openly on the subject.
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