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Rh "Yes, yes, I'm coming. . . ."

There, there she lay. . . covered all over, with the sheet. She was nothing but a blue, motionless woman's shape. . . under a sheet. Now. . . flowers lay over the sheet: all the white flowers of his imagination. Now his fingers tore into little pieces the plank which he carried on his heart and strewed them in between the flowers: into such little, little pieces that they were as the petals of flowers. . . and nothing more. . . over the woman. . ..

The voices called him.

"Yes, yes, I'm coming . . . I'm coming . . ."

The voices lured him home, to bed; and he jogged on through the streets raining with dragon's blood. . ..

When he reached home, Adeline at once sent for the doctor. . . . It was typhoid fever.