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Suddenly a voice in his head said : Ninetieth Block . . . . Ninetieth Block • • House seven .... seventh floor .... Freder opened his eyes. Over there. on the house just opposite, the numbers jerked Up. asked and called . . . •
90.................... 7.................... 7 . Freder bent forward over the railing so that it seemed he must hmtle into space. The numbers dazzled him. He made a movement with his arm as though he wanted to cover them up or put them out. They went out. The shining border went out. The house stood in gloom, only half its height washed around by the shimmer from the w:hite street. The stormy sky, becoming sudclenly visible, lay above its roof and lightning seemed to be crackling. In the faded light, over there. stood a man. Freder stepped back from the railing. He raised both hands before his mouth. He looked to the right, to the lelt; he raised both arms. Then he turned away, as if removed by a natural power from the spot on which he stood, ran into the house, ran through the room, stopped still again.... Carefully ... carefully now ... He reflected. He pressed his head between his fists. Was there among his servants, one single soul who could be trusted not to.hetray him to Slim? What a miserable state-what a miserable state-I But what alternative had he to the leap in the dark, the blind trust-the ultimate test of confidence? He would have liked to extinguish the lights in his room, but he did not dare to, for up to this day he had not been able to bear darkness about him. He paced up and down. He felt the perspiration on his forehead and the trembling of his joints. He could not calculate the time whiC'h elapsed. The blood roared in his veins like a cataract. The first flash of lightning flickered over Metropolis, and. in the tardy responding fumble of thunder the rushing of the rain at last, mixed itself soothingly. It swallowed up the sound of the opening of the door. When Freder turned around Josaphat
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