332 EDGAR ALLAN FOE �heavily the mould upon me, and which thus left me, in blackness and corruption, to my sad and solemn slum- bers with the worm. �And here, in the prison-house which has few se- crets to disclose, there rolled away days and weeks and months, and the soul watched narrowly each second as it flew, and, without effort, took record of its flight without effort and without object. �A year passed. The consciousness of being had grown hourly more indistinct, and that of mere locality had, in great measure, usurped its position. The idea of entity was becoming merged in that of place. The narrow space immediately surrounding what had been the body, was now growing to be the body itself. At length, as often happens to the sleeper (by sleep and its world alone is Death imaged) at length, as some- times happened on Earth to the deep slumberer, when some flitting light half startled him into awaking, yet left him half enveloped in dreams so to me, in the strict embrace of the Shadow, came that light which alone might have had power to startle the light of enduring Love. Men toiled at the grave in which I lay darkling. They upthrew the damp earth. Upon my mouldering bones there descended the coffin of Una. �And now again all was void. That nebulous light had been extinguished. That feeble thrill had vi- brated itself into quiescence. Many lustra had super- vened. Dust had returned to dust. The worm had food no more. The sense of being had at length ut- terly departed, and there reigned in its stead instead of all things dominant and perpetual the autocrats Place and Time. For that which was not for that ��� �
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