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"
Perhaps
,
"
I
said
,
"
he
has
not
really
killed
himself
?
It
may
be
only
an
attempt
?
"
"
He
was
a
capital
shot
"
--
returned
Lucio
composedly
--
"
That
was
his
one
quality
.
He
has
no
principles
--
but
he
was
a
good
marksman
.
I
can
not
imagine
his
missing
aim
.
"
"
It
is
horrible
!
An
hour
ago
alive
,
...
and
now
...
I
tell
you
,
Lucio
,
it
is
horrible
!
"
"
What
is
?
Death
?
It
is
not
half
so
horrible
as
Life
lived
wrongly
,
"
--
he
responded
,
with
a
gravity
that
impressed
me
in
spite
of
my
emotion
and
excitement
--
"
Believe
me
,
the
mental
sickness
and
confusion
of
a
wilfully
degraded
existence
are
worse
tortures
than
are
contained
in
the
priestly
notions
of
Hell
.
Come
come
,
Geoffrey
,
you
take
this
matter
too
much
to
heart
--
you
are
not
to
blame
.
If
Lynton
has
given
himself
the
'
happy
dispatch
'
it
is
really
the
best
thing
he
could
do
--
he
was
of
no
use
to
anybody
,
and
he
is
well
out
of
it
.
It
is
positively
weak
of
you
to
attach
importance
to
such
a
trifle
.
You
are
only
at
the
beginning
of
your
career
--
--
"
"
Well
,
I
hope
that
career
will
not
lead
me
into
any
more
such
tragedies
as
the
one
enacted
to-night
,
"
--
I
said
passionately
--
"
If
it
does
,
it
will
be
entirely
against
my
will
!
"
Lucio
looked
at
me
curiously
.
"
Nothing
can
happen
to
you
against
your
will
"
--
he
replied
;
"
I
suppose
you
wish
to
imply
that
I
am
to
blame
for
introducing
you
to
the
club
?
My
good
fellow
,
you
need
not
have
gone
there
unless
you
had
chosen
to
do
so
!
I
did
not
bind
and
drag
you
there
!
You
are
upset
and
unnerved
--
come
into
my
room
and
take
a
glass
of
wine
--
you
will
feel
more
of
a
man
afterwards
.
"
We
had
by
this
time
reached
the
hotel
,
and
I
went
with
him
passively
.
With
equal
passiveness
I
drank
what
he
gave
me
,
and
stood
,
glass
in
hand
,
watching
him
with
a
kind
of
morbid
fascination
as
he
threw
off
his
fur-lined
overcoat
and
confronted
me
,
his
pale
handsome
face
strangely
set
and
stern
,
and
his
dark
eyes
glittering
like
cold
steel
.
"
That
last
stake
of
Lynton
's
,
...
to
you
--
"
I
said
falteringly
--
"
His
soul
--
--
"
