” “No, mine. "Nobody composes any more, nobody paints, nobody writes—I mean, on a par with what we've just heard. There is something sensual in the thought of lotus flowers. But the love of life prevailed over his fears. He was never drunk in the accepted meaning of the word; rather he walked in a kind of stupefaction. In a fit of despondency, superinduced by drunkenness, he made away with himself; and when the body was discovered, after a lapse of some months, such was the impression produced by the spectacle —such the alarm occasioned by the crazy state of the building, and, above all, by the terror inspired by strange and unearthly noises heard during the night, which were, of course, attributed to the spirit of the suicide, that the place speedily enjoyed the reputation of being haunted, and was, consequently, entirely abandoned. Sheppard, with a laugh that cut the ears of those who listened to it like a razor,—"Do not despair! And who or what shall give me comfort when my son is gone? I have wept till my eyes are dry,—suffered till my heart is broken,—prayed till the voice of prayer is dumb,—and all of no avail. I hated him. I shall still wear your favor—even if it is a stolen and forbidden favor—in my casque. The blaze, however, was sufficient to reveal to the thief-taker the features of his intended assassin. After a while, he raised his eyes; and, if their glance could have been witnessed at the moment, it could not have been easily forgotten.
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