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Chapter 36

           Bemytormentwhatitwill,nowthereisnoremedy—andIamresolvedtosithereandstudymyownfeaturestotheend.‘ThereaperwhosenameisDeath’mustsurelybenear,readytogathermylonghairinhisskeletonhandlikeasheafofripecorn,...mypoorbeautifulhair!—howIhaveloveditsglisteningripples,andbrushedit,andtwineditroundmyfingers,...andhowsoonitwilllielikeadankweedinthemould!

           ·····Adevouringfireisinmybrainandbody—Iamburningwithheatandparchedwiththirst—Ihavedrunkdeepdraughtsofcoldwater,butthishasnotrelievedme.Thesunglaresinuponmelikeanopenfurnace—Ihavetriedtoriseandclosetheblindagainstit,butfindIhavenoforcetostandupright.Thestrongradianceblindsme:—thesilvertoiletboxesonmytableglitterlikesomanypointsofswords.ItisbyapowerfuleffortofwillthatIamabletocontinuewriting—myheadisswimminground—andthereisachokingsensationinmythroat.

           ·····AmomentsinceIthoughtIwasdying.Tornasunderasitwerebythemosttorturingpangs,Icouldhavescreamedforhelp—andwouldhavedoneso,hadvoicebeenleftme.ButIcannotspeakaboveawhisper—Imuttermyownnametomyself‘Sibyl!Sibyl!’andcanscarcelyhearit.

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