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Chapter 31

           Facingoneanotherwestood,silently—ImethissombreeyesandthoughtIreadaninfinitecompassioninthem!—then—whileIyetlookeduponhim,somethingseemedtoclutchmythroatandstopmybreathing—hisdarkandbeautifulcountenanceappearedtometogrowsuddenlyluridaswithfire—acoronalofflameseemedtotrembleabovehisbrows—themoonlightglistenedblood-red!—anoisewasinmyearsofmingledthunderandmusicasthoughthesilentorganattheendofthegallerywereplayedbyhandsinvisible;—strugglingagainstthesedelusivesensations,Iinvoluntarilystretchedoutmyhands...

           "Lucio!..."Igasped—"Lucio...myfriend!Ithink,...Iam,...dying!Myheartisbroken!"

           AsIspoke,agreatblacknessclosedoverme—andIfellsenseless.

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