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Bye-Ways   By: (1864-1950)

Bye-Ways by Robert Smythe Hichens

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BYE WAYS

by

ROBERT HICHENS

Author of "The Garden of Allah," "Bella Donna," etc.

New York Dodd, Mead and Company 1914

Copyright, 1897, By Dodd, Mead and Company.

CONTENTS

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THE CHARMER OF SNAKES 3

A TRIBUTE OF SOULS

Prelude 89

I. The Stranger by the Burn 90

II. The Soul of Dr Wedderburn 111

III. The Soul of Kate Walters 131

IV. The Soul of Hugh Fraser 142

V. The Return of the Grey Traveller 159 Written in conjunction with Lord Frederick Hamilton.

AN ECHO IN EGYPT 171

THE FACE OF THE MONK 211

THE MAN WHO INTERVENED 237

AFTER TO MORROW 267

A SILENT GUARDIAN 287

A BOUDOIR BOY 319

THE TEE TO TUM 343

BYE WAYS

THE CHARMER OF SNAKES

I

The petulant whining of the jackals prevented Renfrew from sleeping. At first he lay still on his camp bed, staring at the orifice of the bell tent, which was only partially covered by the canvas flap let down by Mohammed, after he had bidden his master good night. Behind the tent the fettered mules stamped on the rough, dry ground, and now and then the heavy rustling of a wild boar could be heard, as it shuffled through the scrub towards the water that lay in the hollow beyond the camp. The wayward songs of the Moorish attendants had died into silence. They slept, huddled together and shrouded in their djelabes. But their wailing rapture of those old triumphant days when on the heights above Granada, beneath the eternal snows, their brethren walked as conquerors, had been succeeded by the cries of the uneasy beasts that throng the mountains between Tangier and Tetuan. And Renfrew said to himself that the jackals kept him from sleeping. He lay still and wondered if Claire were awake in her tent close by. If so, if her dark eyes were unclouded, what journeys must her imagination be making! She was so sensitive to sound of any kind. A cry moved her sometimes with a swift violence that alarmed those around her. The message of a note of music shut one door on her soul, opened another, and let her in to strange regions in which she chose to be lonely.

How amazing it was to think that Claire, with all her serpentine beauty, all her celebrity, all the legends that clung to her fame, all the wild caprices of which two worlds had talked for years, that Claire was hidden away three feet off, beneath the canvas shield that looked like a moderate sized mushroom from the Kasbar on the hill. How amazing to think she was no longer Claire Duvigne, but Claire Renfrew. Her cheated audiences sighed in London in which a week ago she was acting. And while they sighed, she slept in this wild valley of Morocco, or lay awake and heard the jackals whining among the dwarf palms. And she was his. She belonged to him. He had the right to hold her this thin, pale wonder of night and of fame in his arms, and to kiss the lips from which came at will the coo of a dove or the snarl of a tigress. Although Renfrew could not sleep, he fell into a dream. Indeed, ever since he had married Claire, a week ago, his life had been a dream. When the goddess suddenly bends down to the worshipper, and says: "Don't pray to me any more sit on my throne by my side!" the worshipper exchanges one form of devotion for another, so deep and so different that for a while his ordinary faculties seem frozen, his life goes in shadowy places... Continue reading book >>




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