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172 When they are millions and they will not speak&mdash;

Rh But they are gone; what made them run away?

Rh Look at me, tell me if my face is changed,

Is there a notch of the fiend's nail upon it

Already? Is it terrible to sight?

Because the moment's near.

Rh I dare not look,

I dare not know the moment when they come.

No, no, I dare not. (Covers glass.)

Will there be a footfall,

Or will there be a sort of rending sound,

Or else a cracking, as though an iron claw