Frederic Van Rensselaer Dey

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Frederic Van Rensselaer Dey ''The Black Cat'' (1901)

Hawksley shrugged his shoulders and thrust his hands out palms upward, like a slop-shop clothier. I was about to repeat the question, when he said:
"I think, Burke Simpson, that this affair has gone quite far enough. I had determined to explain this morning, and I would like to do so to you first. You may trust me. Put up your pistol—I will not harm you. I never harmed any living thing—never—and I will do the world untold good with the greatest discovery it has ever known. Come with me; you shall be my assistant!"
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Frederic Van Rensselaer Dey ''The Black Cat'' (1901)

That fellow, due in a thousand years, might not keep the appointment, you see."
"I shall not soon forget my own feelings the first time I took courage enough to try my discovery on a human being," continued Hawksley. "You can well imagine them. If I failed, I should differ from a murderer only in intention, and not at all in the eyes of the world.
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Frederic Van Rensselaer Dey ''The Black Cat'' (1901)

Again, an old cripple, bent with rheumatism—a stranger in Salem—stopped to ask alms of the chemist. He entered without fear, and twenty-four hours later departed, erect and agile.
The neighbors called these cures sorcery. The rheumatic beggar could tell nothing of his cure, except that Hawksley had given him something to drink, and that presently he awoke from sleep to find himself free from shooting pains, and well and young again in his feelings. He did not know from his own consciousness whether the cure had taken an hour, a day or a year.
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