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 walking on the stars? If I had found a cure for the deadliest curse of humanity, if I had been about to wipe out the most terrible plague of all races, of all nations, of all climes, of all ages, I could not have been one whit more proud and confident. Mesmerism! Hypnotism! Animal magnetism! Electrobiology! Call it what you will. To me it had one name only—sleep; sleep, the healer, sleep, the soother, the comforter—

And sleep was the good angel that was to snatch my dear one from the grasp of the deadliest fiend out of hell.  

