EMMANUEL'S BLOG

As I finished the last piece of my story, I was talking about that terrible night when I played cards with a youthful refined man called Glendinning. We were in the room of one of my companions at Oxford University. I had recently understood that the young fellow, frail of the psyche and debilitated by wine, had enabled me to win from him all that he claimed. I was all the while endeavouring to choose what I ought to do, when, as I said… The wide, overwhelming entryways of the room were all of a sudden opened. Each light in the room went out; yet I had seen that an outsider had entered; he was about my very own tallness, and he was wearing a fine, long coat. The murkiness, notwithstanding, was currently finished; and we could just feel that he was remaining among us. At that point, we heard him talk. In a delicate, low, and never-to-be-overlooked voice, which I felt somewhere down in my heart, he stated: "Men of their word, I am here just to carry out my responsibility. Y...