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Chita-A Memory of Last Island [38]

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more and more furiously at his breast. Then one atrocious wrenching, rending, burning,---and the gush of blood burst from lips and nostrils in a smothering deluge. Again the vision of lightnings, the swaying, and the darkness of long ago. "Quick!---quick!---hold fast to the table, Adele!---never let go!" ...

... Up,---up,---up!---what! higher yet? Up to the red sky! Red---black-red ... heated iron when its vermilion dies. So, too, the frightful flood! And noiseless. Noiseless because heavy, clammy,---thick, warm, sickening---blood? Well might the land quake for the weight of such a tide!---Why did Adele speak Spanish? Who prayed for him? ...

---"Alma de Cristo santisima santificame!

"Sangre de Cristo, embriagame!

"O buen Jesus, oye me!" ...

Out of the darkness into--such a light! An azure haze! Ah!---the delicious frost! ... All the streets were filled with the sweet blue mist ... Voiceless the City and white;---crooked and weed grown its narrow ways! ... Old streets of tombs, these ... Eh! How odd a custom!---a Night-bell at every door. Yes, of course!---a night-bell!---the Dead are Physicians of Souls: they may be summoned only by night,---called up from the darkness and silence ... Yet she?---might he not dare to ring for her even by day? ........ Strange he had deemed it day!---why, it was black, starless ... And it was growing queerly cold ...... How should he ever find her now? It was so black ... so cold! ...

---"Cheri!"

All the dwelling quivered with the mighty whisper.

Outside, the great oaks were trembling to their roots;---all the shore shook and blanched before the calling of the sea.

And Carmen, kneeling at the feet of the dead, cried out, alone in the night:---

---"O Jesus misericordioso!---tened compasion de el!"





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