Портрет художника в юности

           —Weknewperfectlywellofcoursethatthoughitwasboundtocometothelighthewouldfindconsiderabledifficultyinendeavouringtotrytoinducehimselftotrytoendeavourtoascertainthespiritualplenipotentiaryandsoweknewofcourseperfectlywell—

           Murmuringfaceswaitedandwatched;murmurousvoicesfilledthedarkshellofthecave.Hefearedintenselyinspiritandinfleshbut,raisinghisheadbravely,hestrodeintotheroomfirmly.Adoorway,aroom,thesameroom,samewindow.Hetoldhimselfcalmlythatthosewordshadabsolutelynosensewhichhadseemedtorisemurmurouslyfromthedark.Hetoldhimselfthatitwassimplyhisroomwiththedooropen.

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