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But my brain got more and more confused. At last I sprang out of bed to
look for the water-tap. I was not thirsty, but my head was in a fever, and
I felt an instinctive longing for water. When I had drunk some I got into
bed again, and determined with all my might to settle to sleep. I closed
my eyes and forced myself to keep quiet. I lay thus for some minutes
without making a movement, sweated and felt my blood jerk violently
through my veins. No, it was really too delicious the way he thought to
find money in the paper cornet! He only coughed once, too! I wonder if he
is pacing up and down there yet! Sitting on my bench? the pearly blue
sea ... the ships....
I opened my eyes; how could I keep them shut when I could not sleep? The
same darkness brooded over me; the same unfathomable black eternity which
my thoughts strove against and could not understand. I made the most
despairing efforts to find a word black enough to characterize this
darkness; a word so horribly black that it would darken my lips if I named
it. Lord! how dark it was! and I am carried back in thought to the sea and
the dark monsters that lay in wait for me. They would draw me to them, and
clutch me tightly and bear me away by land and sea, through dark realms
that no soul has seen. I feel myself on board, drawn through waters,
hovering in clouds, sinking--sinking.
I give a hoarse cry of terror, clutch the bed tightly--I had made such a
perilous journey, whizzing down through space like a bolt.
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