"_Eh, bien_, Fatalite?"
She shifted her position wearily and stretched out her hands towards
him, murmuring, "_Je veux dormir_."
If Emile had possessed either chloroform or any other narcotic he would
at once have given it to her without much thought of the possible
consequences. An inspiration seized him to use the power for soothing
and alleviating provided by Nature. He knew that Arithelli would be an
easy subject for the exercise of animal magnetism, and her morbid
condition would make it even easier for him to send her to sleep.
He moved away the candle, so as to leave her face in shadow, and
leaning forward he laid his hand across her forehead and eyes, and
began a series of regular and monotonous passes, always in a downward
direction. Once he rested his thumbs lightly on her eyeballs,
remaining so for a few seconds, while his will went out to her, bidding
her sleep and find unconsciousness.
CHAPTER XIII
"There is a woman at the beginning of all great things."
LAMARTINE.
The whizzing rush and discordant scream of the electric trams, the sun
warm upon his face, aroused Emile from a restless, fitful sleep of a
few hours.
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