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Facing
one
another
we
stood
,
silently
--
I
met
his
sombre
eyes
and
thought
I
read
an
infinite
compassion
in
them
!
--
then
--
while
I
yet
looked
upon
him
,
something
seemed
to
clutch
my
throat
and
stop
my
breathing
--
his
dark
and
beautiful
countenance
appeared
to
me
to
grow
suddenly
lurid
as
with
fire
--
a
coronal
of
flame
seemed
to
tremble
above
his
brows
--
the
moonlight
glistened
blood-red
!
--
a
noise
was
in
my
ears
of
mingled
thunder
and
music
as
though
the
silent
organ
at
the
end
of
the
gallery
were
played
by
hands
invisible
;
--
struggling
against
these
delusive
sensations
,
I
involuntarily
stretched
out
my
hands
...
"
Lucio
!
...
"
I
gasped
--
"
Lucio
...
my
friend
!
I
think
,
...
I
am
,
...
dying
!
My
heart
is
broken
!
"
As
I
spoke
,
a
great
blackness
closed
over
me
--
and
I
fell
senseless
.
Oh
,
the
blessedness
of
absolute
unconsciousness
!
It
is
enough
to
make
one
wish
that
death
were
indeed
annihilation
!
Utter
oblivion
--
complete
destruction
--
surely
this
would
be
a
greater
mercy
to
the
erring
soul
of
man
than
the
terrible
God
's
-
gift
of
Immortality
--
the
dazzling
impress
of
that
divine
'
Image
'
of
the
Creator
in
which
we
are
all
made
,
and
which
we
can
never
obliterate
from
our
beings
.
I
,
who
have
realized
to
the
full
the
unalterable
truth
of
eternal
life
--
eternal
regeneration
for
each
individual
spirit
in
each
individual
human
creature
--
look
upon
the
endless
futures
through
which
I
am
compelled
to
take
my
part
with
something
more
like
horror
than
gratitude
.
For
I
have
wasted
my
time
and
thrown
away
priceless
opportunities
--
and
though
repentance
may
retrieve
these
,
the
work
of
retrieval
is
long
and
bitter
.
It
is
easier
to
lose
a
glory
than
to
win
it
;
and
if
I
could
have
died
the
death
that
positivists
hope
for
at
the
very
moment
when
I
learned
the
full
measure
of
my
heart
's
desolation
,
surely
it
would
have
been
well
!
But
my
temporary
swoon
was
only
too
brief
--
and
when
I
recovered
I
found
myself
in
Lucio
's
own
apartment
,
one
of
the
largest
and
most
sumptuously
furnished
of
all
the
guest-chambers
at
Willowsmere
--
the
windows
were
wide
open
,
and
the
floor
was
flooded
with
moonlight
.
As
I
shuddered
coldly
back
to
life
and
consciousness
,
I
heard
a
tinkling
sound
of
tune
,
and
opening
my
eyes
wearily
I
saw
Lucio
himself
seated
in
the
full
radiance
of
the
moon
with
a
mandoline
on
his
knee
from
which
he
was
softly
striking
delicate
impromptu
melodies
.
I
was
amazed
at
this
--
astounded
that
while
I
personally
was
overwhelmed
with
a
weight
of
woe
,
he
should
still
be
capable
of
amusing
himself
.
It
is
a
common
idea
with
us
all
that
when
we
ourselves
are
put
out
,
no
one
else
should
dare
to
be
merry
--
in
fact
we
expect
Nature
itself
to
wear
a
miserable
face
if
our
own
beloved
Ego
is
disturbed
by
any
trouble
--
such
is
the
extent
of
our
ridiculous
self-consciousness
.
I
moved
in
my
chair
and
half
rose
from
it
--
when
Lucio
,
still
thrumming
the
strings
of
his
instrument
piano
pianissimo
,
said
--
"
Keep
still
,
Geoffrey
!
You
'll
be
all
right
in
a
few
minutes
.
Do
n't
worry
yourself
.
"
"
Worry
myself
!
"
I
echoed
bitterly
--
"
Why
not
say
do
n't
kill
yourself
!
"
"
Because
I
see
no
necessity
to
offer
you
that
advice
at
present
--
"
he
responded
coolly
--
"
and
if
there
were
necessity
,
I
doubt
if
I
should
give
it
--
because
I
consider
it
better
to
kill
one
's
self
than
worry
one
's
self
.
However
opinions
differ
.
I
want
you
to
take
this
matter
lightly
.
"
"
Lightly
!
--
take
my
own
dishonour
and
disgrace
lightly
!
"
I
exclaimed
,
almost
leaping
from
my
chair
--
"
You
ask
too
much
!
"
