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346 THE HAUNTED MAN |
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" If it be an echo of my thoughts—as now, indeed, I know it is," rejoined the haunted man, "why should I, therefore, be tormented ? It is not a selfish thought. I suffer it to range beyond myself. All men and women have their sorrows,—most of them their wrongs; ingratitude, and sordid jealousy, and interest, besetting all degrees of life. Who would not forget their sorrows and their wrongs ?n
" Who would not, truly, and be the happier and better for it ?n said the Phantom.
" These revolutions of years, which we commemorate," proceeded Redlaw, "what do they recall! Are there any minds in which they do not re-awaken some sorrow, or some trouble ? What is the remembrance of the old man who was here to-night ? A tissue of sorrow and trouble."
"But common natures," said the Phantom, with its evil smile upon its glassy face, "unenlightened minds and ordinary spirits, do not feel or reason on these things like men of higher cultivation and profounder thought."
" Tempter," answered Redlaw, " whose hollow look and voice I dread more than words can express, and from whom some dim foreshadowing of greater fear is stealing over me while I speak, I hear again an echo of my own mind."
" Receive it as a proof that I am powerful," returned the Ghost. " Hear what I offer ! Forget the sorrow, wrong, and trouble you have known !"
" Forget them !" he repeated.
" I have the power to cancel their remembrance—to leave but very faint, confused traces of them, that will die out soon," returned the Spectre. " Say ! Is it done ?"
" Stay !" cried the haunted man, arresting by a terrified gesture the uplifted hand. " I tremble with distrust and doubt of you; and the dim fear you cast upon me deepens into a nameless horror I can hardly bear.—I would not deprive myself of any kindly recollection, or any sympathy that is good for me, or others. What shall I lose, if I assent to this ? What else will pass from my remembrance ?"
" No knowledge; no result of study; nothing but the intertwisted chain of feelings and associations, each in its turn dependent on, and nourished by, the banished recollections. Those will go."
"Are they so many?" said the haunted man, reflecting in alarm.
" They have been wont to show themselves in the fire, in music, in the wind, in the dead stillness of the night, in the revolving years," returned the Phantom scornfully. |
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