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Chapter 10

           "Whydoyounowseemtotrembleatameresentimentalidea?IffantasticnotionssuchasGod,theSoul,andtheDevilwererealfacts,therewouldperhapsbecausefortrembling,butbeingonlythebrainsickimaginationsofsuperstitiousmankind,thereisnothinginthemtoawakentheslightestanxietyorfear."

           "Butyou"—Ibegan—"yousayyoubelieveinthesoul?"

           "I?Iambrainsick!"andhelaughedbitterly—"Haveyounotfoundthatoutyet?Muchlearninghathdrivenmemad,myfriend!Sciencehasledmeintosuchdeepwellsofdarkdiscovery,thatitisnowonderifmysensessometimesreel—andIbelieve—atsuchinsanemoments—intheSoul!"

           Isighedheavily.

           "IthinkIwillgotobed,"Ianswered."Iamtiredout—andabsolutelymiserable!"

           "Alas,poormillionaire!"saidLuciogently—"Iamsorry,Iassureyou,thattheeveninghasendedsodisastrously."

           "SoamI!"Ireturneddespondently.

           "Imagineit!"hewenton,dreamilyregardingme—"Ifmybeliefs—mycrack-brainedtheories—wereworthanything—whichtheyarenot—IcouldclaimtheonlypositiveexistingpartofourlateacquaintanceViscountLynton!But—whereandhowtosendinmyaccountwithhim?IfIwereSatannow...."

           Iforcedafaintsmile.

           "Youwouldhavecausetorejoice!"Isaid.

           Hemovedtwopacestowardsme,andlaidhishandsgentlyonmyshoulders.

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