" Charlotte had already described to him the girl's
arrival. "The mystery is that she was permitted an hour of
rationality before this came upon her. I wonder if Hobart's
vitality had anything to do with it?"--half to himself. "As for
the Rhamda"--he smiled--"he is merely interested in the Spot; that
is all. He would never harm the Aradna; he had nothing whatever to
do with her condition. We were mistaken about the man. Anyway, it
is the Spot of Life that interests us now."
"The Spot of Life," repeated Sir Henry. "Is that--"
"Yes; the Blind Spot, as it is known from the other side. It
overtops all your sciences, embraces every cult, and lies at the
base of all truth. It is--it is everything." ^
"Explain!"
Watson turned to the head upon the pillow. He ventured to touch
the cheek, with a trace of tenderness in his action and of
wistfulness near to reverence. It was not love; it was rather as
one might touch a fairy. In both spirit and substance she was
truly of another world. Watson gave a soft sigh and looked up at
the Englishman.
"Yes, I can explain. Now that I know she is well, I shall tell you
all I know from the beginning. It's certainly your turn to ask
questions. I may not be able to tell you all that you want to
know; but at least I know more than any other person this side of
the Spot. Let us go down to the library."
He glanced at a clock.
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