Втрачений континент: історія Атлантиди

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           Ididthat,andforaninstantfeltherfondlethemdownthecrookoftheairshaftoutofsight,andthenheardherwithdrawherlittlehandandkissitfondly.Thenagainshekissedherownfingersandstretchedthemup,andItookupthevirtueofthatpartingkissonmyfinger-tipsandpresseditsacredlytomylips.

           “Living,sleeping,ordead,alwaysmydarling,”shewhispered.Andthen,beforeIcouldanswer,shewhisperedagain:“Go,theyarecomingforme.”AndsoIwent,knowingthatIcoulddonomoretohelpherthen,andknowingthatallourschemeswouldbespiltifanyeyespieduponmeasIlaytherebesidetheairshaft.Butmychestwasliketohavesplitwiththedull,helplessanguishthatwasinit,asImademywaybacktomychamberthroughthemazyalleysofthepyramid.

           “Donotlookuponmineeyes,dear,whenthetimecomes,”hadbeenherlastcommand,“ortheywilltellatalewhichPhorenice,beingawoman,wouldread.Remember,wemakethesesmalldenials,notforourownlikings,butforAtlantis,whichismothertousall.”