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Chapter 36

           Bemytormentwhatitwill,nowthereisnoremedyandIamresolvedtosithereandstudymyownfeaturestotheend.‘ThereaperwhosenameisDeath’mustsurelybenear,readytogathermylonghairinhisskeletonhandlikeasheafofripecorn,...mypoorbeautifulhair!howIhaveloveditsglisteningripples,andbrushedit,andtwineditroundmyfingers,...andhowsoonitwilllielikeadankweedinthemould!

           ·····AdevouringfireisinmybrainandbodyIamburningwithheatandparchedwiththirstIhavedrunkdeepdraughtsofcoldwater,butthishasnotrelievedme.ThesunglaresinuponmelikeanopenfurnaceIhavetriedtoriseandclosetheblindagainstit,butfindIhavenoforcetostandupright.Thestrongradianceblindsme:—thesilvertoiletboxesonmytableglitterlikesomanypointsofswords.ItisbyapowerfuleffortofwillthatIamabletocontinuewritingmyheadisswimmingroundandthereisachokingsensationinmythroat.

           ·····AmomentsinceIthoughtIwasdying.Tornasunderasitwerebythemosttorturingpangs,Icouldhavescreamedforhelpandwouldhavedoneso,hadvoicebeenleftme.ButIcannotspeakaboveawhisperImuttermyownnametomyself‘Sibyl!Sibyl!’andcanscarcelyhearit.

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