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Chapter 36

           Iholdback—withalltheforceofmysoulIstrivenottoplungeintothatblackabyssIseebeforeme—but—mymotherdragsmewithher—Icannotshakeheroff!Ihearhervoicenow;—shespeaksdistinctly,andlaughsasthoughshewept;‘ComeSibyl!SoulofthechildIbore,comeandmeetyourlover!ComeandseeuponWHOMyoufixedyourfaith!SoulofthewomanItrained,returntothatfromwhenceyoucame!’StillIholdback—nudeandtremblingIstareintoadarkvoid—andnowtherearewingsaboutme—wingsoffieryscarlet!—theyfillthespace—theyenfoldme—theypropelme—theyrushpastandwhirlaroundme,stingingmeaswithflyingarrowsandshowersofhail!

           ·····Letmewriteon—writeon,withthisdeadfleshlyhand,...onemomentmoretime,dreadGod!...onemomentmoretowritethetruth—theterribletruthofDeathwhosedarkestsecret,Life,isunknowntomen!Ilive!—anew,strong,impetuousvitalitypossessesme,thoughmymortalbodyisnearlydead.

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