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Maugham, W. Somerset (William Somerset), 1874-1965

"The Magician"

I've heard him roar with laughter at his
cleverness.'
She stopped suddenly, and a look of frightful agony crossed her face.
'And at this very minute, for all I know, it may be by his influence that
I say this to you, so that he may cause you still greater suffering by
allowing me to tell you that he never cared for me. You know now that my
life is hell, and his vengeance is complete.'
'Vengeance for what?'
'Don't you remember that you hit him once, and kicked him unmercifully? I
know him well now. He could have killed you, but he hated you too much.
It pleased him a thousand times more to devise this torture for you and
me.'
Margaret's agitation was terrible to behold. This was the first time that
she had ever spoken to a soul of all these things, and now the long
restraint had burst as burst the waters of a dam. Arthur sought to calm
her.
'You're ill and overwrought. You must try to compose yourself. After all,
Haddo is a human being like the rest of us.'
'Yes, you always laughed at his claims. You wouldn't listen to the things
he said.


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