Dead Man's Rock. Arthur Quiller-Couch

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Название Dead Man's Rock
Автор произведения Arthur Quiller-Couch
Жанр Языкознание
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my denial, for he went on—

      "You heard what he called me? He called me a devil; a devil, mark you; and that's what I am."

      In my state of mind I could believe anything; so I easily believed this.

      "Being a devil, naturally I can hear what little boys say, no matter where I am; and when little boys are talkative I can reach them, no matter how they hide. I come on them in bed sometimes, and sometimes from behind when they are not looking; there's no escaping me. You've heard of Apollyon perhaps? Well, that's who I am."

      I had heard of Apollyon in Bunyan; and I had no doubt he was speaking the truth.

      "I catch little boys when they are not looking, and carry them off, and then their fathers and mothers don't see any more of them. But they die very slowly, very slowly indeed—you will find out how if ever I catch you talking."

      But I did not at all want to know; I was quite satisfied, and apparently he was also; for, after staring at me a little longer, he told me to get up and go down the rock in front of him.

      The agonies I suffered during that descent no pen can describe. Every moment I expected to feel my shoulder gripped from behind, or to feel the hands of some mysterious and infernal power around my neck. Close behind me followed my companion, humming—

      "And the devil has got his due, my lads—

       Sing hey! but he waits for you!

      And though I was far from singing hey! at the prospect, I felt that he meant what he said.

      Arrived at the foot of the rock, we passed through the archway on to Ready-Money Cove. Turning down to the edge of the sea, the Captain scanned the water narrowly, but there was no trace of the hapless John. With a muttered curse, he began quickly to climb out along the north side of the rock, just above the sea-level, and looked again into the depths. Once more he was disappointed. Flinging off his clothes, he dived again and again, until from sheer exhaustion he crept out, bundled on his shirt and trousers, and climbed back to me.

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