Francis Worcester Doughty

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Francis Worcester Doughty Mirrikh, or, A Woman from Mars… (1892)

If one was a man, then so also was the other. Not an organ, not a muscle, not even the most minute fibre which was not perfectly reproduced.
“It is the spiritual man you behold,” said Mirrikh. “Until the heart ceases to beat, it remains enchained. Its life is eternal, it destruction as impossible as for you to tear one of yonder stars from heaven; and as it is with the Doctor, so also is it with every man on earth. But look now at Maurice and behold a mystery unfathomable to your Western schools of thought.”
Instantly my eyes were upon Maurice.
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Francis Worcester Doughty Mirrikh, or, A Woman from Mars… (1892)

Silently I prayed that God might give his spirit messengers power to help us in this the hour of our sore distress.
I watched the light. It came and went. There seemed to be unusual difficulty in repeating the process which I had so often seen; but it came at last, and I saw at Walla's feet a man who was certainly not Maurice, nor yet the Doctor. He was crouching upon his hands and knees. By no human power could he have come unknown to me upon the rock.
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Francis Worcester Doughty Mirrikh, or, A Woman from Mars… (1892)

I shall take my chances and discount the future, if I can muster up the courage to make the fatal plunge.”
“In a case like this every man must decide for himself,” I replied gloomily; “but for my part all doubts of an existence beyond the grave have vanished. Our lives were certainly not given us to throw away, and I shall stick it out to the end.”
“But think of the horrors of starvation; think——”
He suddenly ceased to speak; his head fell forward on his breast, his eyes closed, his face became as white as death.
“Doctor! Doctor!” I cried, springing to my feet.
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