METROPOLIS "You will not take anything with you?" "No,"
"You will go just as you are-with all the marks of the struggle, all tattered and tom?" «Yes," "Is that courteous to the lady who is waiting for your'
Sight returned to Josaphafs eyes. He turned a reddened gaze towards Slim. «If you do not want me to commit the murder on the woman which did not succeed on you-then send her away before I come... ,"
Slim was silent. He turned to go. He took the cheque, folded it together and put it into Josaphafs pocket.
Josaphat offered no resistance.
He walked hefore Slim towards the door. Then he stopped again and looked around. He ·waved the cap wl1ich Freder had worn, in farewell to the room, and burst out into ceaseless laughter. He struck his shoulder against the door post. . . .
Then he went out. Slim followed him.
CHAPTER VIII walked up the steps of the cathedral hesitatingly; he was walking up them for the nrst time. Hel, his mother, used often to go to the cathedral. But her son had nevet yet done so. Now he longed to see it with his mother's eyes and to hear with the ears of Hel, his mother, the stony prayer of the pillars, each of which had its own particular voice. He entered the cathedral as a child, not pious, yet not entirely free from shyness-prepared for reverence, but fearless. He heard, as Hel, his mother the Kyrie Eleison of the stones and the Te Deum Laudamus-the De Profundis and
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the Jubilate. And he heard, as his mother, how the powerfully ringing stone chair was crowned by the Amen of the ClOSS vault. _..
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