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"
Granting
the
continuity
of
life
,
"
said
he
,
in
his
most
didactic
manner
,
"
none
of
us
can
predicate
what
opportunities
of
observation
one
may
have
from
what
we
may
call
the
spirit
plane
to
the
plane
of
matter
.
It
surely
must
be
evident
to
the
most
obtuse
person
"
(
here
he
glared
a
Summerlee
)
"
that
it
is
while
we
are
ourselves
material
that
we
are
most
fitted
to
watch
and
form
a
judgment
upon
material
phenomena
.
Therefore
it
is
only
by
keeping
alive
for
these
few
extra
hours
that
we
can
hope
to
carry
on
with
us
to
some
future
existence
a
clear
conception
of
the
most
stupendous
event
that
the
world
,
or
the
universe
so
far
as
we
know
it
,
has
ever
encountered
.
To
me
it
would
seem
a
deplorable
thing
that
we
should
in
any
way
curtail
by
so
much
as
a
minute
so
wonderful
an
experience
.
"
"
I
am
strongly
of
the
same
opinion
,
"
cried
Summerlee
.
"
Carried
without
a
division
,
"
said
Lord
John
.
"
By
George
,
that
poor
devil
of
a
chauffeur
of
yours
down
in
the
yard
has
made
his
last
journey
.
No
use
makin
’
a
sally
and
bringin
’
him
in
?
"
"
It
would
be
absolute
madness
,
"
cried
Summerlee
.
"
Well
,
I
suppose
it
would
,
"
said
Lord
John
.
"
It
couldn
’
t
help
him
and
would
scatter
our
gas
all
over
the
house
,
even
if
we
ever
got
back
alive
.
My
word
,
look
at
the
little
birds
under
the
trees
!
"
We
drew
four
chairs
up
to
the
long
,
low
window
,
the
lady
still
resting
with
closed
eyes
upon
the
settee
.
I
remember
that
the
monstrous
and
grotesque
idea
crossed
my
mind
—
the
illusion
may
have
been
heightened
by
the
heavy
stuffiness
of
the
air
which
we
were
breathing
—
that
we
were
in
four
front
seats
of
the
stalls
at
the
last
act
of
the
drama
of
the
world
.
In
the
immediate
foreground
,
beneath
our
very
eyes
,
was
the
small
yard
with
the
half
-
cleaned
motor
-
car
standing
in
it
.
Austin
,
the
chauffeur
,
had
received
his
final
notice
at
last
,
for
he
was
sprawling
beside
the
wheel
,
with
a
great
black
bruise
upon
his
forehead
where
it
had
struck
the
step
or
mud
-
guard
in
falling
.
He
still
held
in
his
hand
the
nozzle
of
the
hose
with
which
he
had
been
washing
down
his
machine
.
A
couple
of
small
plane
trees
stood
in
the
corner
of
the
yard
,
and
underneath
them
lay
several
pathetic
little
balls
of
fluffy
feathers
,
with
tiny
feet
uplifted
.
The
sweep
of
death
’
s
scythe
had
included
everything
,
great
and
small
,
within
its
swath
.
Over
the
wall
of
the
yard
we
looked
down
upon
the
winding
road
,
which
led
to
the
station
.
A
group
of
the
reapers
whom
we
had
seen
running
from
the
fields
were
lying
all
pell
-
mell
,
their
bodies
crossing
each
other
,
at
the
bottom
of
it
.
Farther
up
,
the
nurse
-
girl
lay
with
her
head
and
shoulders
propped
against
the
slope
of
the
grassy
bank
.
She
had
taken
the
baby
from
the
perambulator
,
and
it
was
a
motionless
bundle
of
wraps
in
her
arms
.
Close
behind
her
a
tiny
patch
upon
the
roadside
showed
where
the
little
boy
was
stretched
.
Still
nearer
to
us
was
the
dead
cab
-
horse
,
kneeling
between
the
shafts
.
The
old
driver
was
hanging
over
the
splash
-
board
like
some
grotesque
scarecrow
,
his
arms
dangling
absurdly
in
front
of
him
.
Through
the
window
we
could
dimly
discern
that
a
young
man
was
seated
inside
.
The
door
was
swinging
open
and
his
hand
was
grasping
the
handle
,
as
if
he
had
attempted
to
leap
forth
at
the
last
instant
.
In
the
middle
distance
lay
the
golf
links
,
dotted
as
they
had
been
in
the
morning
with
the
dark
figures
of
the
golfers
,
lying
motionless
upon
the
grass
of
the
course
or
among
the
heather
which
skirted
it
.
On
one
particular
green
there
were
eight
bodies
stretched
where
a
foursome
with
its
caddies
had
held
to
their
game
to
the
last
.
No
bird
flew
in
the
blue
vault
of
heaven
,
no
man
or
beast
moved
upon
the
vast
countryside
which
lay
before
us
.
The
evening
sun
shone
its
peaceful
radiance
across
it
,
but
there
brooded
over
it
all
the
stillness
and
the
silence
of
universal
death
—
a
death
in
which
we
were
so
soon
to
join
.
At
the
present
instant
that
one
frail
sheet
of
glass
,
by
holding
in
the
extra
oxygen
which
counteracted
the
poisoned
ether
,
shut
us
off
from
the
fate
of
all
our
kind
.
For
a
few
short
hours
the
knowledge
and
foresight
of
one
man
could
preserve
our
little
oasis
of
life
in
the
vast
desert
of
death
and
save
us
from
participation
in
the
common
catastrophe
.
Then
the
gas
would
run
low
,
we
too
should
lie
gasping
upon
that
cherry
-
coloured
boudoir
carpet
,
and
the
fate
of
the
human
race
and
of
all
earthly
life
would
be
complete
.
For
a
long
time
,
in
a
mood
which
was
too
solemn
for
speech
,
we
looked
out
at
the
tragic
world
.
