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He realized
now what Keith had meant.
It cost him quite an effort to tear himself away from that ledge. He
began to descend once more.
Near the entrance of the Cave he paused abruptly. It seemed as if a
sound had issued from the interior of the rock. He listened. It came
again--a human sound, unquestionably, and within a few yards of his
face. A whisper. There was something going on--Earth-worship. . . .
Suddenly a succession of words broke upon the stillness--breathless
words, spoken in a language which not everybody could have translated.
He recognized the voice. It said:
"EGO TE AMARE TANTUM! NON VOLERE? NON PIACERE? NON CAPIRE? O Lord,
can't you understand?"
It was Mr. Marten's voice. Mr. Marten was being romantic. No answer
came to his fervent pleadings. Perhaps they were not coherent enough.
He began again, TREMOLO AGITATO, CON MOLTO SENTIMENTO:
"O EGO TE AMARE TANTUM! NEMO SAPIT NIHIL. DUCHESSA IN BARCA AQUATICA
CUM MAGNA COMPANIA. REDIBIT TARDISSIMO. NIENTE TIMOR. AMARE MULTISSIMO!
EGO MORIRE FINE TE.


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