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Chapter 24

           Soperfectwereallthearrangements,andsoadmirablyweretheservantstrained,thattheguestswerenotlongindeparting—andthegroundsweresoonnotonlyempty,butdark.Notavestigeofthesplendidilluminationswasleftanywhere—andIenteredthehousefatigued,andwithadullsenseofbewildermentandfearonmewhichIcouldnotexplain.IfoundLucioaloneinthesmoking-roomatthefurtherendoftheoak-panelledhall,asmallcosilycurtainedapartmentwithadeepbaywindowwhichopeneddirectlyontothelawn.Hewasstandinginthisembrasurewithhisbacktome,butheturnedswiftlyroundasheheardmystepsandconfrontedmewithsuchawild,white,torturedfacethatIrecoiledfromhim,startled.

           "Lucio,youareill!"Iexclaimed—"youhavedonetoomuchto-day."

           "PerhapsIhave!"heansweredinahoarseunsteadyvoice,andIsawastrongshudderconvulsehimashespoke—then,gatheringhimselftogetherasitwerebyaneffort,heforcedasmile—"Don’tbealarmed,myfriend!—itisnothing—nothingbutthetwingeofanolddeep-seatedmalady—atroublesomediseasethatisrareamongmen,andhopelesslyincurable."

           "Whatisit?"Iaskedanxiously,forhisdeath-likepalloralarmedme.Helookedatmefixedly,hiseyesdilatinganddarkening,andhishandfellwithaheavypressureonmyshoulder.

           "Averystrangeillness!"hesaid,inthesamejarringaccents.

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