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"
Say
to
my
lord
,
Bougwan
,
that
--
I
love
him
,
and
that
I
am
glad
to
die
because
I
know
that
he
can
not
cumber
his
life
with
such
as
I
am
,
for
the
sun
may
not
mate
with
the
darkness
,
nor
the
white
with
the
black
.
"
Say
that
,
since
I
saw
him
,
at
times
I
have
felt
as
though
there
were
a
bird
in
my
bosom
,
which
would
one
day
fly
hence
and
sing
elsewhere
.
Even
now
,
though
I
can
not
lift
my
hand
,
and
my
brain
grows
cold
,
I
do
not
feel
as
though
my
heart
were
dying
;
it
is
so
full
of
love
that
it
could
live
ten
thousand
years
,
and
yet
be
young
.
Say
that
if
I
live
again
,
mayhap
I
shall
see
him
in
the
Stars
,
and
that
--
I
will
search
them
all
,
though
perchance
there
I
should
still
be
black
and
he
would
--
still
be
white
.
Say
--
nay
,
Macumazahn
,
say
no
more
,
save
that
I
love
--
Oh
,
hold
me
closer
,
Bougwan
,
I
can
not
feel
thine
arms
--
oh
!
oh
!
"
"
She
is
dead
--
she
is
dead
!
"
muttered
Good
,
rising
in
grief
,
the
tears
running
down
his
honest
face
.
"
You
need
not
let
that
trouble
you
,
old
fellow
,
"
said
Sir
Henry
.
"
Eh
!
"
exclaimed
Good
;
"
what
do
you
mean
?
"
"
I
mean
that
you
will
soon
be
in
a
position
to
join
her
.
Man
,
do
n't
you
see
that
we
are
buried
alive
?
"
Until
Sir
Henry
uttered
these
words
I
do
not
think
that
the
full
horror
of
what
had
happened
had
come
home
to
us
,
preoccupied
as
we
were
with
the
sight
of
poor
Foulata
's
end
.
But
now
we
understood
.
The
ponderous
mass
of
rock
had
closed
,
probably
for
ever
,
for
the
only
brain
which
knew
its
secret
was
crushed
to
powder
beneath
its
weight
.
This
was
a
door
that
none
could
hope
to
force
with
anything
short
of
dynamite
in
large
quantities
.
And
we
were
on
the
wrong
side
!
For
a
few
minutes
we
stood
horrified
,
there
over
the
corpse
of
Foulata
.
All
the
manhood
seemed
to
have
gone
out
of
us
.
The
first
shock
of
this
idea
of
the
slow
and
miserable
end
that
awaited
us
was
overpowering
.
We
saw
it
all
now
;
that
fiend
Gagool
had
planned
this
snare
for
us
from
the
first
.
It
would
have
been
just
the
jest
that
her
evil
mind
would
have
rejoiced
in
,
the
idea
of
the
three
white
men
,
whom
,
for
some
reason
of
her
own
,
she
had
always
hated
,
slowly
perishing
of
thirst
and
hunger
in
the
company
of
the
treasure
they
had
coveted
.
Now
I
saw
the
point
of
that
sneer
of
hers
about
eating
and
drinking
the
diamonds
.
Probably
somebody
had
tried
to
serve
the
poor
old
Dom
in
the
same
way
,
when
he
abandoned
the
skin
full
of
jewels
.
