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The Death of the Curate

           Thenhesleptawhile,andbeganagainwithrenewedstrength,soloudlythatImustneedsmakehimdesist. 

           "Bestill!"Iimplored. 

           Herosetohisknees,forhehadbeensittinginthedarknessnearthecopper. 

           "Ihavebeenstilltoolong,"hesaid,inatonethatmusthavereachedthepit,"andnowImustbearmywitness.Woeuntothisunfaithfulcity! Woe!Woe!Woe!Woe!Woe!Totheinhabitantsoftheearthbyreasonoftheothervoicesofthetrumpet" 

           "Shutup!"Isaid,risingtomyfeet,andinaterrorlesttheMartiansshouldhearus."ForGod’ssake" 

           "Nay,"shoutedthecurate,atthetopofhisvoice,standinglikewiseandextendinghisarms. "Speak!ThewordoftheLordisuponme!" 

           Inthreestrideshewasatthedoorleadingintothekitchen. 

           "Imustbearmywitness!Igo!Ithasalreadybeentoolongdelayed." 

           Iputoutmyhandandfeltthemeatchopperhangingtothewall.InaflashIwasafterhim.Iwasfiercewithfear. BeforehewashalfwayacrossthekitchenIhadovertakenhim.WithonelasttouchofhumanityIturnedthebladebackandstruckhimwiththebutt. Hewentheadlongforwardandlaystretchedontheground.Istumbledoverhimandstoodpanting. Helaystill. 

           SuddenlyIheardanoisewithout,therunandsmashofslippingplaster,andthetriangularapertureinthewallwasdarkened. 

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