Unsolicited Writings

Mitchka immediately opened the dooragain and came back to join Hannele.
And Basil, wonderful, hadchanged almost at once. He watched her when she was with
the Count.
But her grudge against her white-faced, spiritually intense husband was sharp as
vinegar.
Itwas as if she wanted to press her breast to his.
Well, what followed was entirely Basils fault.
Darknessanswering to darkness, and deep answering to deep.
I think, you know, it is adescendant of the Egyptian scarabeus, which is a very
mysteriousemblem. What was it that made him feel all confused?
>From the breastshe loved him, and sent out love to him.
Onlythe thought of death and the after life saves me from doing it anymore.
Somepressure had been clamped round her all her life. Such a war as this there will
never be again, he said. This new pure feeling was so much more wonderful. There was
pain on his dark, low-browed face.
Somepressure had been clamped round her all her life.
Thank you, said the Count, taking a cigar. She does not seem to me so very different
from the girl ofseventeen whom I knew. She looked direct into his face, searching
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to. Night came, and the kind of swoon upon her.
Onlythe thought of death and the after life saves me from doing it anymore. He
watched her when she was with the Count. You feel your ladybird has crept through so
many ages, she said. He looked into her eyes, his own eyes dark with knowledge and
pain. When she saw him, he was the littleofficer, a prisoner, quiet, claiming
nothing in all the world. To be gone to the call from thebeyond: the call.