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THE TWILIGHT OF THE SOULS
How long the sick man sank and sank and sank in the downy abyss no one knew. . . . At last he opened his eyes again and looked into the room and saw the quiet attendant sitting on a chair at the foot of his bed, where he also saw a woman standing:
"Constance," the sick man murmured.
He tried to smile because he knew her, but he felt too weak to smile.
Another woman appeared beside the first: he knew her too, but it was as though she were dead. . . .
"Line," murmured the sick man.
"He knows us," whispered Constance.
