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Book Excerpt: erlightly?"Berkley laughed, showing his teeth. "No. It was your damnedconscience; and I suppose you couldn't strangle it. I am sorry youcouldn't. Sometimes a strangled conscience makes men kinder."Colonel Arran rang. A dark flush had overspread his forehead; heturned to the butler."Bring me the despatch box which stands on: my study table."Berkley, hands behind his back, was pacing the dining-room carpet."Would you accept a glass of wine?" asked Colonel Arran in a lowvoice.Berkley wheeled on him with a terrible smile."Shall a man drink wine with the slayer of souls?" Then, pallidface horribly distorted, he stretched out a shaking arm. "Not thatyou ever could succeed in getting near enough to murder hers!But you've killed mine. I know now what died in me. It was that!. . . And I know now, as I stand here excommunicated by you fromall who have been born within the law, that there is not left alivein me one ideal, one noble impulse, one spiritual convictioRead More
