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THE LIVING FLAME
‘Supposing I went with you!’ cried Manoel, seized by a passionate desire, and jumped into the middle of the boat.
The boat drew near to the ship, water and darkness melted into one, and Manoel himself was drawn into the unreality and phantasmagoria.
The Brother who was sitting by his bedside had been sure for some little time that Manoel was dead: he prayed over him.
Then he went off to fetch water to wash him, and a shroud.
