The Passion for Life

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Hocking Joseph. The Passion for Life

I. THE DOCTOR'S SENTENCE

II. MY NEW HOME

III. THE CHURCHES' ANSWER

IV. THREE VISITORS

V. AN EMERGING MYSTERY

VI. THE LETHBRIDGE FAMILY

VII. ISABELLA LETHBRIDGE

VIII. MYSTERY

IX. AT THE VICARAGE

X. WIRELESS TELEGRAPHY

XI. MARY TRELEAVEN

XII. FIRST DAYS OF THE WAR

XIII. FATHER AND SON

XIV. THE RECRUITING MEETING

XV. HOW THE CHANGE BEGAN

XVI. NEWS FROM HUGH

XVII. THE PHANTOM BOATS

XVIII. FATHER ABRAHAM

XIX. GOD ANSWERED OUT OF THE WHIRLWIND

XX. THE VICAR'S SERMON

XXI. MISSING – DEAD

XXII. A DISCOVERY

XXIII. A CLUE TO THE MYSTERY

XXIV. PREPARATION

XXV. PREMONITIONS

XXVI. MIDNIGHT

XXVII. VISION

XXVIII. THE NEW LIFE

XXIX. CHRISTMAS 1915

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I liked the house the moment I entered it. It was snug, cozy, and warm. It had the feeling of home, too, and felt so quiet and restful that I threw myself into an armchair with a sigh of relief.

"You spent your holiday in getting this, I suppose, Simpson?"

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I was still in utter ignorance of my whereabouts, beyond the fact that I was somewhere in Cornwall on the edge of a cliff, and close to a little village called St. Issey. Where St. Issey was situated I did not know. Cornwall, I reflected, was a county nearly a hundred miles long, with the main portion of it surrounded by the sea. I knew that I must be somewhere in the vicinity of the main line of the Great Western Railway, as I did not remember changing anywhere, but beyond that I had little or no knowledge. Still, this did not trouble me. I reflected upon what Simpson had told me concerning the cheapness of my place of residence, and I had absolute trust in him concerning all arrangements for the future.

The night was very quiet, I remember. Scarcely a breath of wind stirred, although the air which came into my open window was pure and exhilarating. The splash of the waves was still heard on the sandy beach, although I judged the tide had receded somewhat. Now and then the cry of a disturbed sea-bird reached me, but beyond that, nothing. Somehow I could not make up my mind to turn in for the night. I had too many things to think about, while my new surroundings drove away all desire for sleep. I took one of the books I had brought with me from London, and tried to read, but that was impossible. I could not scan a dozen lines without my mind wandering from the printed pages. After all, when one comes to think about it, my position was somewhat strange. It is easy to talk about coming to a place to die; but when one has actually heard the death sentence pronounced, and is told that, at the most, he cannot live more than a year, it is not a pleasant experience, and, in spite of all my endeavors, my thoughts were constantly reverting to Dr. Rhomboid's verdict.

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