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"Valentine, did you hear that strange cry?"
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"Valentine, what was it? I never heard any sound like that before, so
thin and small, and yet so horribly clear and piercing; neither like the
cry of a child nor of an animal, nor like the wail that could come from
any instrument. Valentine, now I see a little flame come from where you
are sitting. It's so tiny and faint. Don't you see it? It is floating
toward me. Now it is passing me. It's beyond. It's going. There, it has
vanished. Valentine! Valentine!"
BOOK II--JULIAN
CHAPTER I
THE TRANCE
Gaining no reply to his call, Julian grew alarmed. He sprang up from
the table and turned on the electric light. Valentine was leaning back
nervelessly in his chair. His face was quite pale and cold. His lips were
slightly parted. His eyes were wide open and stared before him without
expression. His head hung far back over the edge of his chair. He looked
exactly like a man who had just died, and died in a convulsion. For
though the lips were parted, the teeth set tightly together grinned
through them, and the hands were intensely contracted into fists. Julian
seized Valentine in his arms, lifted the drooping body from the chair
and laid it out at length on the divan.
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