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"
Follow
me
,
Geoffrey
Tempest
--
"
he
said
in
low
clear
tones
--
"
Your
time
has
come
!
"
As
he
spoke
,
all
self-possession
deserted
me
--
the
terrors
of
the
storm
,
and
now
the
terror
of
his
presence
,
overwhelmed
my
strength
,
and
I
stretched
out
my
hands
to
him
appealingly
,
unknowing
what
I
did
or
said
.
"
For
God
's
sake
...
!
"
I
began
wildly
.
He
silenced
me
by
an
imperious
gesture
.
"
Spare
me
your
prayers
!
For
God
's
sake
,
for
your
own
sake
,
and
for
mine
!
Follow
!
"
He
moved
before
me
like
a
black
phantom
in
the
pale
strange
light
surrounding
him
--
and
I
,
dazzled
,
dazed
and
terror-stricken
,
trod
in
his
steps
closely
,
moved
,
as
it
seemed
by
some
volition
not
my
own
,
till
I
found
myself
alone
with
him
in
the
saloon
of
the
yacht
,
with
the
waves
hissing
up
against
the
windows
like
live
snakes
ready
to
sting
.
Trembling
and
scarcely
able
to
stand
I
sank
on
a
chair
--
he
turned
round
and
looked
at
me
for
a
moment
meditatively
.
Then
he
threw
open
one
of
the
windows
--
a
huge
wave
dashed
in
and
scattered
its
bitter
salt
spray
upon
me
where
I
sat
--
but
I
heeded
nothing
--
my
agonised
looks
were
fixed
on
Him
--
the
Being
I
had
so
long
made
the
companion
of
my
days
.
Raising
his
hand
with
a
gesture
of
authority
he
said
--
"
Back
,
ye
devils
of
the
sea
and
wind
!
--
ye
which
are
not
God
's
elements
but
My
servants
,
the
unrepenting
souls
of
men
!
Lost
in
the
waves
,
or
whirled
in
the
hurricane
,
whichever
ye
have
made
your
destiny
,
get
hence
and
cease
your
clamour
!
This
hour
is
Mine
!
"
Panic-stricken
I
heard
--
aghast
I
saw
the
great
billows
that
had
shouldered
up
in
myriads
against
the
vessel
,
sink
suddenly
--
the
yelling
wind
dropped
,
silenced
--
the
yacht
glided
along
with
a
smooth
even
motion
as
though
on
a
tranquil
inland
lake
--
and
almost
before
I
could
realize
it
,
the
light
of
the
full
moon
beamed
forth
brilliantly
and
fell
in
a
broad
stream
across
the
floor
of
the
saloon
.
But
in
the
very
cessation
of
the
storm
the
words
"
Ave
Sathanas
!
"
trembled
as
it
were
upwards
to
my
ears
from
the
underworld
of
the
sea
,
and
died
away
in
distance
like
a
parting
echo
of
thunder
.
Then
Lucio
faced
me
--
with
what
a
countenance
of
sublime
and
awful
beauty
!
"
Do
you
know
Me
now
,
man
whom
my
millions
of
dross
have
made
wretched
?
--
or
do
you
need
me
to
tell
you
Who
I
am
?
"
