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Haggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider), 1856-1925

"A Yellow God: an Idol of Africa"

I daresay there is something somewhere, and when the black
man was speaking, that something seemed uncommonly near. It got up and
gripped me by the throat, shaking the mortal breath out of me, and upon
my word, Aylward, I have been wishing all the morning that I had led a
different kind of life, as my old parents and my brother John, Barbara's
father, who was a very religious kind of man, did before me."
"It is rather late to think of all that now, Haswell," said Sir Robert,
shrugging his shoulders. "One takes one's line and there's an end.
Personally I believe that we are overstrained with the fearful and
anxious work of this flotation, and have been the victims of an
hallucination and a coincidence. Although I confess that I came to look
upon the thing as a kind of mascot, I put no trust in any fetish. How
can a bit of gold move, and how can it know the future? Well, I have
written to them to clear it out of the office to-morrow, so it won't
trouble us any more. And now I have come to speak to you on another
matter."
"Not business," said Mr. Haswell with a sigh. "We have that all the week
and there will be enough of it on Monday.


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