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To
kill
the
poor
thing
who
managed
to
find
life
in
the
very
bosom
of
death
,
is
a
cruel
suggestion
,
is
it
not
?
To
me
,
this
unclassified
insect
is
a
valuable
proof
(
if
I
needed
one
)
of
the
indestructibility
of
the
germs
of
conscious
existence
;
it
has
eyes
,
and
the
senses
of
taste
,
smell
,
touch
and
hearing
--
and
it
gained
these
together
with
its
intelligence
,
out
of
the
dead
flesh
of
a
woman
who
lived
,
and
no
doubt
loved
and
sinned
and
suffered
more
than
four
thousand
years
ago
!
"
He
broke
off
--
then
suddenly
added
--
"
All
the
same
I
frankly
admit
to
you
that
I
believe
it
to
be
an
evil
creature
.
I
do
indeed
!
But
I
like
it
none
the
less
for
that
.
In
fact
I
have
rather
a
fantastic
notion
about
it
myself
.
I
am
much
inclined
to
accept
the
idea
of
the
transmigration
of
souls
,
and
so
I
please
my
humour
sometimes
by
thinking
that
perhaps
the
princess
of
that
Royal
Egyptian
house
had
a
wicked
,
brilliant
,
vampire
soul
--
and
that
...
here
it
is
!
"
A
cold
thrill
ran
through
me
from
head
to
foot
at
these
words
,
and
as
I
looked
at
the
speaker
standing
opposite
me
in
the
wintry
light
,
dark
and
tall
,
with
the
'
wicked
,
brilliant
,
vampire
soul
'
clinging
to
his
hand
,
there
seemed
to
me
to
be
a
sudden
hideousness
declared
in
his
excessive
personal
beauty
.
I
was
conscious
of
a
vague
terror
,
but
I
attributed
it
to
the
gruesome
nature
of
the
story
,
and
,
determining
to
combat
my
sensations
,
I
examined
the
weird
insect
more
closely
.
As
I
did
so
,
its
bright
beady
eyes
sparkled
,
I
thought
,
vindictively
,
and
I
stepped
back
,
vexed
with
myself
at
the
foolish
fear
of
the
thing
which
overpowered
me
.
"
It
is
certainly
remarkable
,
"
--
I
murmured
--
"
No
wonder
you
value
it
--
as
a
curiosity
.
Its
eyes
are
quite
distinct
,
almost
intelligent
in
fact
.
"
"
No
doubt
she
had
beautiful
eyes
,
"
--
said
Rimânez
smiling
.
"
She
?
Whom
do
you
mean
?
"
"
The
princess
,
of
course
!
"
he
answered
,
evidently
amused
;
"
The
dear
dead
lady
--
some
of
whose
personality
must
be
in
this
creature
,
seeing
that
it
had
nothing
but
her
body
to
nourish
itself
upon
.
"
And
here
he
replaced
the
creature
in
its
crystal
habitation
with
the
utmost
care
.
"
I
suppose
"
--
I
said
slowly
,
"
you
,
in
your
pursuit
of
science
,
would
infer
from
this
that
nothing
actually
perishes
completely
?
"
"
Exactly
!
"
returned
Rimânez
emphatically
.
"
There
,
my
dear
Tempest
,
is
the
mischief
--
or
the
deity
--
of
things
.
Nothing
can
be
entirely
annihilated
;
--
not
even
a
thought
.
"
