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Chapter 42

           Hislimbs,too,werenotinanaturalposture;butextendedstifflyalongthestonysurface,asifhehadlostthepowertocontrolthem.

           Acolossaltreewasnear,aliveoak,butitdidnotshadowhim.Hewasoutsidethecanopyofitsfrondage;andthesun’sbeams,justbeginningtopenetratethechapparal,wereslantingdownuponhispalefacepalerbyreflectionfromawhitePanamahatthatbutpartiallyshadedit.

           Hisfeaturesdidnotseemsetindeath:andaslittlewasitlikesleep.Ithadmorethelookofdeaththansleep.Theeyeswerebuthalfclosed;andthepupilscouldbeseenglancingthroughthelashes,glassyanddilated.Wasthemandead?

           Beyonddoubt,theblackbirdsbelievedthathewas.Buttheblackbirdswerejudgingonlybyappearances.Theirwishwasparenttothethought.Theyweremistaken.

           Whetheritwastheglintofthesunstrikingintohishalf-screenedorbs,ornaturebecomingrestoredafteraperiodofrepose,theeyesoftheprostratemanwereseentoopentotheirfullextent,whileamovementwasperceptiblethroughouthiswholeframe.

           Soonafterheraisedhimselfalittle;and,restinguponhiselbow,staredconfusedlyaroundhim.

           Thevulturessoaredupwardintotheair,andforthetimemaintainedahigherflight.

           "AmIdead,orliving?"mutteredhetohimself."Dreaming,orawake?Whichisit?WhereamI?"

           Thesunlightwasblindinghim.Hecouldseenothing,tillhehadshadedhiseyeswithhishand;thenonlyindistinctly.

           "Treesabovearoundme!Stonesunderneath!ThatIcantellbytheachingofmybones.

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