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- I rode over a short bridge to the house. A man who worked in thehouse — a servant — took my horse, and I entered. Another servant,of quiet step, led me without a word through many dark turnings tothe room of his master.
- "Could this be the friend of myearly years? It is true that his face had always been unusual. He hadgray-white skin; eyes large and full of light; lips not bright in color,but of a beautiful shape; a well-shaped nose; hair of great softness— a face that was not easy to forget."
- "The horrible white of his skin, and the strange lightin his eyes, surprised me and even made me afraid. His hair had beenallowed to grow, and in its softness it did not fall around his face butseemed to lie upon the air. I could not, even with an effort, see in myfriend the appearance of a simple human being."
- “I shall die,” he said. “I shall die! I must die of this fool’s sickness.In this way, this way and no other way, I shall be lost. I fear what willhappen in the future, not for what happens, but for the result of whathappens. I have, indeed, no fear of pain, but only fear of its result "
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