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"
I.
.
.
felt
dead
.
"
He
did
not
recognize
his
own
croak
.
Donovan
was
obviously
making
a
bad
failure
of
his
attempt
to
stand
up
,
"
Are
we
alive
now
?
Or
is
there
more
?
"
"
I.
.
.
feel
alive
.
"
It
was
the
same
hoarseness
.
Powell
said
cautiously
,
"
Did
you
...
hear
anything
,
when
...
when
you
were
dead
?
"
Donovan
paused
,
and
then
very
slowly
nodded
his
head
,
"
Did
you
?
"
"
Yes
.
Did
you
hear
about
coffins
...
and
females
singing
...
and
the
lines
forming
to
get
into
Hell
?
Did
you
?
"
Donovan
shook
his
head
,
"
Just
one
voice
.
"
"
Loud
?
"
"
No
.
Soft
,
but
rough
like
a
file
over
the
fingertips
.
It
was
a
sermon
,
you
know
.
About
hell-fire
.
He
described
the
tortures
of
...
well
,
you
know
.
I
once
heard
a
sermon
like
that
--
almost
.
"
He
was
perspiring
.
They
were
conscious
of
sunlight
through
the
port
.
It
was
weak
,
but
it
was
blue-white
--
and
the
gleaming
pea
that
was
the
distant
source
of
light
was
not
Old
Sol
.
