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           ShortlyafterElliston’sseparationfromhiswife—nownearlyfouryearsago—hisassociateshadobservedasingulargloomspreadingoverhisdailylife,likethosechill,graymiststhatsometimesstealawaythesunshinefromasummer’smorning.Thesymptomscausedthemendlessperplexity.Theyknewnotwhetherillhealthwererobbinghisspiritsofelasticity,orwhetheracankerofthemindwasgraduallyeating,assuchcankersdo,fromhismoralsystemintothephysicalframe,whichisbuttheshadowoftheformer.Theylookedfortherootofthistroubleinhisshatteredschemesofdomesticbliss,—wilfullyshatteredbyhimself,—butcouldnotbesatisfiedofitsexistencethere.Somethoughtthattheironcebrilliantfriendwasinanincipientstageofinsanity,ofwhichhispassionateimpulseshadperhapsbeentheforerunners;othersprognosticatedageneralblightandgradualdecline.FromRoderick’sownlipstheycouldlearnnothing.Morethanonce,itistrue,hehadbeenheardtosay,clutchinghishandsconvulsivelyuponhisbreast,—"Itgnawsme!Itgnawsme!"—but,bydifferentauditors,agreatdiversityofexplanationwasassignedtothisominousexpression.