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He
had
actually
talked
of
killing
himself
to
his
wife
,
quite
a
girl
,
a
foreigner
,
was
n't
she
?
Did
n't
that
give
her
a
very
odd
idea
of
English
husbands
?
Did
n't
one
owe
perhaps
a
duty
to
one
's
wife
?
Would
n't
it
be
better
to
do
something
instead
of
lying
in
bed
?
For
he
had
had
forty
years
'
experience
behind
him
;
and
Septimus
could
take
Dr.
Holmes
's
word
for
it
--
there
was
nothing
whatever
the
matter
with
him
.
And
next
time
Dr.
Holmes
came
he
hoped
to
find
Smith
out
of
bed
and
not
making
that
charming
little
lady
his
wife
anxious
about
him
.
Human
nature
,
in
short
,
was
on
him
--
the
repulsive
brute
,
with
the
blood-red
nostrils
.
Holmes
was
on
him
.
Dr.
Holmes
came
quite
regularly
every
day
.
Once
you
stumble
,
Septimus
wrote
on
the
back
of
a
postcard
,
human
nature
is
on
you
.
Holmes
is
on
you
.
Their
only
chance
was
to
escape
,
without
letting
Holmes
know
;
to
Italy
--
anywhere
,
anywhere
,
away
from
Dr.
Holmes
.
But
Rezia
could
not
understand
him
.
Dr.
Holmes
was
such
a
kind
man
.
He
was
so
interested
in
Septimus
.
He
only
wanted
to
help
them
,
he
said
.
He
had
four
little
children
and
he
had
asked
her
to
tea
,
she
told
Septimus
.
So
he
was
deserted
.
The
whole
world
was
clamouring
:
Kill
yourself
,
kill
yourself
,
for
our
sakes
.
But
why
should
he
kill
himself
for
their
sakes
?
Food
was
pleasant
;
the
sun
hot
;
and
this
killing
oneself
,
how
does
one
set
about
it
,
with
a
table
knife
,
uglily
,
with
floods
of
blood
--
by
sucking
a
gaspipe
?
He
was
too
weak
;
he
could
scarcely
raise
his
hand
.
Besides
,
now
that
he
was
quite
alone
,
condemned
,
deserted
,
as
those
who
are
about
to
die
are
alone
,
there
was
a
luxury
in
it
,
an
isolation
full
of
sublimity
;
a
freedom
which
the
attached
can
never
know
.
Holmes
had
won
of
course
;
the
brute
with
the
red
nostrils
had
won
.
But
even
Holmes
himself
could
not
touch
this
last
relic
straying
on
the
edge
of
the
world
,
this
outcast
,
who
gazed
back
at
the
inhabited
regions
,
who
lay
,
like
a
drowned
sailor
,
on
the
shore
of
the
world
.
It
was
at
that
moment
(
Rezia
gone
shopping
)
that
the
great
revelation
took
place
.
A
voice
spoke
from
behind
the
screen
.
Evans
was
speaking
.
The
dead
were
with
him
.
"
Evans
,
Evans
!
"
he
cried
.
Mr.
Smith
was
talking
aloud
to
himself
,
Agnes
the
servant
girl
cried
to
Mrs.
Filmer
in
the
kitchen
.
"
Evans
,
Evans
,
"
he
had
said
as
she
brought
in
the
tray
.
She
jumped
,
she
did
.
She
scuttled
downstairs
.
And
Rezia
came
in
,
with
her
flowers
,
and
walked
across
the
room
,
and
put
the
roses
in
a
vase
,
upon
which
the
sun
struck
directly
,
and
it
went
laughing
,
leaping
round
the
room
.
She
had
had
to
buy
the
roses
,
Rezia
said
,
from
a
poor
man
in
the
street
.
But
they
were
almost
dead
already
,
she
said
,
arranging
the
roses
.
