Marjorie Bowen

Marjorie Bowen

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Portrait of Marjorie Bowen Marjorie Bowen Black Magic — Chapter 2 (1922)

But Theirry moaned and whispered in his throat.
"Look at me," commanded the Cardinal, "look at me well, you who betrayed me, am I not he who gilded a devil one August afternoon in a certain town in Flanders?"
Theirry drew himself up and pressed his clenched hands to his temples. "Betrayed!" he shrieked. "It is I who am betrayed. I sought God, and have been delivered unto the Devil!"
The thunder crashed so that his words were lost in the great noise of it, the blue and forked lightning darted between them.
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Portrait of Marjorie Bowen Marjorie Bowen Black Magic — Chapter 2 (1922)

Dirk answered. "Being much alone—I have—read them."
In the lantern light, that the air breathed from the garden fanned into a flickering glow, the two young men looked at each other. An extraordinary expression, like a guilty excitement, came into the eyes of each.
"Being much alone," whispered Theirry, "with—a dead maid in the house—how have you spent your time?"
Dirk crouched away against the wall; his hair hung lankly over his pallid face. "You—you—pitied her?" he breathed. "You would have come?" questioned Dirk.
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Portrait of Marjorie Bowen Marjorie Bowen Black Magic — Chapter 2 (1922)

The Cardinal smiled sadly. "Neither God nor Devil will do anything for you, for you are not single-hearted, neither constant to good nor evil; but I—will risk everything to serve your desires."
Theirry laughed.
"Heaven has cast the world away and we are mad! You, you famous as a holy man—did you murder the young Blaise? I will back to India, to the East, and die an idol-worshipper. See yonder crucifix, it hangs upon your walls, but the Christ does not rise to smite you; you handle the Holy Mysteries in the Church and no angel slays you on the altar steps—-let me away from Rome!"
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