Спрут: Калифорнийская история
Chapter IV
Atfirst,hehadbeencontentwithmerelyawild,unreasonedcrytoHeaventhatAngeleshouldberestoredtohim,butthevastegotismthatseemstorunthroughallformsofdisorderedintelligencegavehisfancyanotherturn.HeforgotGod.HenolongerreckonedwithHeaven.Hearrogatedtheirpowerstohimself—struggledtobe,ofhisownunaidedmight,strongerthandeath,morepowerfulthanthegrave.HehaddemandedofSarriathatGodshouldrestoreAngeletohim,butnowheappealeddirectlytoAngeleherself.Ashelaythere,hisarmsclaspedabouthergrave,sheseemedsoneartohimthathefanciedsheMUSThear.Andsuddenly,atthismoment,hisrecollectionofhisstrangecompellingpower—thesamepowerbywhichhehadcalledPresleytohimhalf-wayacrosstheQuienSaberanch,thesamepowerwhichhadbroughtSarriatohissidethatveryevening—recurredtohim.Concentratinghismindupontheoneobjectwithwhichithadsolongbeenfilled,Vanamee,hiseyesclosed,hisfaceburiedinhisarms,exclaimed:
“Cometome—Angele—don’tyouhear?Cometome.”
ButtheAnswerwasnotintheGrave.BelowhimthevoicelessEarthlaysilent,moveless,withholdingthesecret,jealousofthatwhichitheldsocloseinitsgrip,refusingtogiveupthatwhichhadbeenconfidedtoitskeeping,untouchedbythehumananguishthatabovethere,onitssurface,clutchedwithdespairinghandsatagravelongmade.
