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 Were the last words that I had heard him say; And there he was. Now I could see his face, And all the sad, malignant desperation That was drawn on it after I had struck him, And on my memory since that afternoon. But all there was left now for me to do Was to lie there and see him while he squeezed His unclean outlines into the dim room, And half erect inside, like a still beast With a face partly man's, came slowly on Along the floor to the bed where I lay, And waited. I had waited for so long That I began to fancy there was on me The stupor that explorers have alleged As evidence of nature's final mercy When tigers have them down upon the earth And wild hot breath is heavy on their faces.