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The
lips
were
parched
,
and
cracked
in
many
places
;
the
hard
,
dry
skin
glowed
with
a
burning
heat
;
and
there
was
an
almost
unearthly
air
of
wild
anxiety
in
the
man
’
s
face
,
indicating
even
more
strongly
the
ravages
of
the
disease
.
The
fever
was
at
its
height
.
‘
I
took
the
seat
I
had
occupied
the
night
before
,
and
there
I
sat
for
hours
,
listening
to
sounds
which
must
strike
deep
to
the
heart
of
the
most
callous
among
human
beings
—
the
awful
ravings
of
a
dying
man
.
From
what
I
had
heard
of
the
medical
attendant
’
s
opinion
,
I
knew
there
was
no
hope
for
him
:
I
was
sitting
by
his
death
-
bed
.
I
saw
the
wasted
limbs
—
which
a
few
hours
before
had
been
distorted
for
the
amusement
of
a
boisterous
gallery
,
writhing
under
the
tortures
of
a
burning
fever
—
I
heard
the
clown
’
s
shrill
laugh
,
blending
with
the
low
murmurings
of
the
dying
man
.
‘
It
is
a
touching
thing
to
hear
the
mind
reverting
to
the
ordinary
occupations
and
pursuits
of
health
,
when
the
body
lies
before
you
weak
and
helpless
;
but
when
those
occupations
are
of
a
character
the
most
strongly
opposed
to
anything
we
associate
with
grave
and
solemn
ideas
,
the
impression
produced
is
infinitely
more
powerful
.
The
theatre
and
the
public
-
house
were
the
chief
themes
of
the
wretched
man
’
s
wanderings
.
It
was
evening
,
he
fancied
;
he
had
a
part
to
play
that
night
;
it
was
late
,
and
he
must
leave
home
instantly
.
Why
did
they
hold
him
,
and
prevent
his
going
?
—
he
should
lose
the
money
—
he
must
go
.
No
!
they
would
not
let
him
.
He
hid
his
face
in
his
burning
hands
,
and
feebly
bemoaned
his
own
weakness
,
and
the
cruelty
of
his
persecutors
.
A
short
pause
,
and
he
shouted
out
a
few
doggerel
rhymes
—
the
last
he
had
ever
learned
.
He
rose
in
bed
,
drew
up
his
withered
limbs
,
and
rolled
about
in
uncouth
positions
;
he
was
acting
—
he
was
at
the
theatre
.
A
minute
’
s
silence
,
and
he
murmured
the
burden
of
some
roaring
song
.
He
had
reached
the
old
house
at
last
—
how
hot
the
room
was
.
He
had
been
ill
,
very
ill
,
but
he
was
well
now
,
and
happy
.
Fill
up
his
glass
.
Who
was
that
,
that
dashed
it
from
his
lips
?
It
was
the
same
persecutor
that
had
followed
him
before
.
He
fell
back
upon
his
pillow
and
moaned
aloud
.
A
short
period
of
oblivion
,
and
he
was
wandering
through
a
tedious
maze
of
low
-
arched
rooms
—
so
low
,
sometimes
,
that
he
must
creep
upon
his
hands
and
knees
to
make
his
way
along
;
it
was
close
and
dark
,
and
every
way
he
turned
,
some
obstacle
impeded
his
progress
.
There
were
insects
,
too
,
hideous
crawling
things
,
with
eyes
that
stared
upon
him
,
and
filled
the
very
air
around
,
glistening
horribly
amidst
the
thick
darkness
of
the
place
.
The
walls
and
ceiling
were
alive
with
reptiles
—
the
vault
expanded
to
an
enormous
size
—
frightful
figures
flitted
to
and
fro
—
and
the
faces
of
men
he
knew
,
rendered
hideous
by
gibing
and
mouthing
,
peered
out
from
among
them
;
they
were
searing
him
with
heated
irons
,
and
binding
his
head
with
cords
till
the
blood
started
;
and
he
struggled
madly
for
life
.
‘
At
the
close
of
one
of
these
paroxysms
,
when
I
had
with
great
difficulty
held
him
down
in
his
bed
,
he
sank
into
what
appeared
to
be
a
slumber
.
Overpowered
with
watching
and
exertion
,
I
had
closed
my
eyes
for
a
few
minutes
,
when
I
felt
a
violent
clutch
on
my
shoulder
.
I
awoke
instantly
.
He
had
raised
himself
up
,
so
as
to
seat
himself
in
bed
—
a
dreadful
change
had
come
over
his
face
,
but
consciousness
had
returned
,
for
he
evidently
knew
me
.
The
child
,
who
had
been
long
since
disturbed
by
his
ravings
,
rose
from
its
little
bed
,
and
ran
towards
its
father
,
screaming
with
fright
—
the
mother
hastily
caught
it
in
her
arms
,
lest
he
should
injure
it
in
the
violence
of
his
insanity
;
but
,
terrified
by
the
alteration
of
his
features
,
stood
transfixed
by
the
bedside
.
He
grasped
my
shoulder
convulsively
,
and
,
striking
his
breast
with
the
other
hand
,
made
a
desperate
attempt
to
articulate
.
It
was
unavailing
;
he
extended
his
arm
towards
them
,
and
made
another
violent
effort
.
There
was
a
rattling
noise
in
the
throat
—
a
glare
of
the
eye
—
a
short
stifled
groan
—
and
he
fell
back
—
dead
!
’
It
would
afford
us
the
highest
gratification
to
be
enabled
to
record
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
opinion
of
the
foregoing
anecdote
.
We
have
little
doubt
that
we
should
have
been
enabled
to
present
it
to
our
readers
,
but
for
a
most
unfortunate
occurrence
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
had
replaced
on
the
table
the
glass
which
,
during
the
last
few
sentences
of
the
tale
,
he
had
retained
in
his
hand
;
and
had
just
made
up
his
mind
to
speak
—
indeed
,
we
have
the
authority
of
Mr
.
Snodgrass
’
s
note
-
book
for
stating
,
that
he
had
actually
opened
his
mouth
—
when
the
waiter
entered
the
room
,
and
said
—
‘
Some
gentlemen
,
Sir
.
’
It
has
been
conjectured
that
Mr
.
Pickwick
was
on
the
point
of
delivering
some
remarks
which
would
have
enlightened
the
world
,
if
not
the
Thames
,
when
he
was
thus
interrupted
;
for
he
gazed
sternly
on
the
waiter
’
s
countenance
,
and
then
looked
round
on
the
company
generally
,
as
if
seeking
for
information
relative
to
the
new
-
comers
.
