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Fighting
the
vacant
air
,
I
strove
to
beat
back
those
intangible
weird
Shapes
that
loomed
above
me
,
withering
up
my
soul
with
the
fixed
stare
of
their
angry
eyes
,
and
with
a
choking
call
for
help
,
I
fell
,
as
it
were
,
into
a
pit
of
darkness
,
where
I
lay
mercifully
unconscious
.
How
the
ensuing
hours
between
this
horrible
episode
and
full
morning
elapsed
I
do
not
know
.
I
was
dead
to
all
impressions
.
I
woke
at
last
,
or
rather
recovered
my
senses
to
see
the
sunlight
pouring
pleasantly
through
the
half-drawn
curtains
at
my
window
,
and
to
find
myself
in
bed
in
as
restful
a
position
as
though
I
had
never
left
it
.
Was
it
then
merely
a
vision
I
had
seen
?
--
a
ghastly
sort
of
nightmare
?
If
so
,
it
was
surely
the
most
abhorrent
illusion
ever
evolved
from
dreamland
!
It
could
not
be
a
question
of
health
,
for
I
had
never
felt
better
in
my
life
.
I
lay
for
some
time
quiescent
,
thinking
over
the
matter
,
with
my
eyes
fixed
on
that
part
of
the
room
where
those
Three
Shapes
had
seemingly
stood
;
but
I
had
lately
got
into
such
a
habit
of
cool
self-analysis
,
that
by
the
time
my
valet
brought
my
early
cup
of
coffee
,
I
had
decided
that
the
whole
thing
was
a
dreadful
fantasy
,
born
of
my
own
imagination
,
which
had
no
doubt
been
unduly
excited
by
the
affair
of
Viscount
Lynton
's
suicide
.
I
soon
learned
that
there
was
no
room
left
for
doubt
as
to
that
unhappy
young
nobleman
's
actual
death
.
A
brief
account
of
it
was
in
the
morning
papers
,
though
as
the
tragedy
had
occurred
so
late
at
night
there
were
no
details
.
A
vague
hint
of
'
money
difficulties
'
was
thrown
out
in
one
journal
--
but
beyond
that
,
and
the
statement
that
the
body
had
been
conveyed
to
the
mortuary
there
to
await
an
inquest
,
there
was
nothing
said
,
either
personal
or
particular
.
I
found
Lucio
in
the
smoking-room
,
and
it
was
he
who
first
silently
pointed
out
to
me
the
short
paragraph
headed
'
Suicide
of
a
Viscount
.
'
"
I
told
you
he
was
a
good
shot
!
"
he
commented
.
I
nodded
.
Somehow
I
had
ceased
to
feel
much
interest
in
the
subject
.
My
emotion
of
the
previous
evening
had
apparently
exhausted
all
my
stock
of
sympathy
and
left
me
coldly
indifferent
.
Absorbed
in
myself
and
my
own
concerns
,
I
sat
down
to
talk
and
was
not
long
before
I
had
given
a
full
and
circumstantial
account
of
the
spectral
illusion
which
had
so
unpleasantly
troubled
me
during
the
night
.
Lucio
listened
,
smiling
oddly
.
"
That
old
Tokay
was
evidently
too
strong
for
you
!
"
he
said
,
when
I
had
concluded
my
story
.
"
Did
you
give
me
old
Tokay
?
"
I
responded
laughing
--
"
Then
the
mystery
is
explained
!
I
was
already
overwrought
,
and
needed
no
stimulant
.
But
what
tricks
the
imagination
plays
us
to
be
sure
!
You
have
no
idea
of
the
distinct
manner
in
which
those
three
phantoms
asserted
themselves
!
The
impression
was
extraordinarily
vivid
.
"
"
No
doubt
!
"
And
his
dark
eyes
studied
me
curiously
.
"
Impressions
often
are
very
vivid
.
See
what
a
marvellously
real
impression
this
world
makes
upon
us
,
for
example
!
"
"
Ah
!
But
then
the
world
is
real
!
"
I
answered
.
"
Is
it
?
You
accept
it
as
such
,
I
daresay
,
and
things
are
as
they
appear
to
each
separate
individual
.
No
two
human
beings
think
alike
;
hence
there
may
be
conflicting
opinions
as
to
the
reality
or
non-reality
of
this
present
world
.
