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Stevenson, Burton Egbert, 1872-1962

"The Gloved Hand"


"'I was waiting for you,' I said, trying to smile. 'You remember I was
to have another lesson to-night.'
"'Yes,' he said, and looked at me, his eyes kindling.
"I was trembling inwardly, for suddenly I began to fear him; I knew
that I must keep my head, that I must not yield to his will, or I
would be swept away.
"'I thought Mr. Lester would never go,' I said.
"He came to the divan and sat down close beside me, and looked into my
eyes.
"'Did the time really seem so long?' he asked.
"'It seemed very long,' I said.
"He gazed at me for another moment, then rose quickly and turned on
the light.
"'Sit where you are,' he said, 'and I will sit here. Fix your eyes
upon the sphere and your mind upon the Infinite Mind--so shall great
wisdom come to you.'
"I felt my will crumbling to pieces; I closed my eyes and crushed the
glove within my hand, and thought of this man's villainy and of the
part I must play, if I were to defeat him. His voice went on and on,
but gradually I ceased to hear it--I was thinking of the glove, of
escape, of Fred...."
Yea, love is strong, I told myself, and it giveth to the dove the
wisdom of the serpent, else how had this child come victorious from
such an ordeal!
"I do not know how long I sat there," Miss Vaughan continued, "but
Senor Silva rose suddenly with an exclamation of impatience and
switched on the light.


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