Ignited by tossed butt of a still-smouldering cigar t lodged i Ric appearance buro ter old Edgar    al ly became lived in able mirror and    strained by t made . But nooo, oucile, unreal mot up togeted sery.

        tion rose o bee a stellation of stars ill nig, rics t    ferments tbreak and fever. (Ouous nigars marked ts of a face folded in sorrow.

        NAtURE OF tRICAL ILLUSION; everything you see is false.

        sider trical illusion o to it at an age wo be real.

        often oddled on to tage y and tains doing for t wery.

        ed backdrop of, say, an antique castle -- a castle! suc build le all plete ed s of trees, massy oaks or somet, all in tificial s it seems. You knock against a gilded t looks perfectly solid, t side turns out to be made of papier mac is as lig up and carry it off    in it and be a king or lie in it and be in pain.

        A creaking, an ominous rattling scares ttle s out of you; e cries and muttered oatages tomb or Optles in, clutg Yorricks skull.

        tip mugs of sour painst your lips noe in turned into nuns or sometain t cuts you off from tuobacco-stained multitude t s pennies on to sdent rituals    make tatio. A stageo scoop you up and carry you off, protesting, to rain presses ly on your forehe mob.

        On    the mark of .

        an impressionable age, seen ure of tery of tle -- t all its ed cardboard aerrify you -- ery and made less sense of it.

        No treat, if    quiet as a mouse, because o stay in tc Opwiigure.

        A couple e in Act Four,    displays of grief from all ed but up s curtain-call    off ouco curtsy    of ted immortals, all of , in to be just as un-dead as she.

        ruly believe s e again, alt t Mr Allan provided for    of cy, oddled beo tery? Surely, one fine day, tral cain, climb doe nig seen    erim since    sa all bloody from a haeme.

        transparent stellation in t sky ; ttered atoms o tire and perfect Mama and ly to her arms.

        It is teentury. ars of tates.    part of    hid. he bees a man.

        As soon as s from Edgar. t and pocketbook t Mr Allan opeo togeto expel. Edgar s of t Souto seek une in t does not permit t c live by s.

        tcucked aed Mama but, instead, a perfect stranger. ranced smile, sepped out of the frame.

        "My darling, my sister, my life and my bride!"

        put out by tender years of t just Juliets age, just teen summers?

        t tresses f great sint of nevermore, black as s ted moted    t advertise to t of sables, dressed in readiness for t funeral in a black coat buttoned up to tod rayed e m by so muce sfront. Sometimes, o    all.

        , from o make you    you and so mucter gall, also, t you migake    oenderness as if he saw already: Dearly beloved wife of. . . carved above her eyebrows.

        For e as marble and s;Virginia", a    suited riates nostalgia and also ion, for til the day she died.

        Imagiogety of it!

        For did s e to iffly armoured in taboos -- taboos against tion of caboos against tion of t to put too fine a point on it, didnt s sucty, pretty corpse!

        And, besides, isnt an undemanding, eic, decorative corpse t leman in reduced circumstances, upon o verge?

        Virginia Clemm. In t of norto be "clemmed" is to be very cold. "Im fair clemmed." Virginia Clemm.

        S rious moto    and cook and keep ats for to outlive to outlive th.

        Virginia    very clever; sed development, like    sister, icipate, a bud t never opened. (A doom lay upon t tayed as s teen, a simple little t dispositioo re of dying.

        S on    as a revenant. You em of grass as stle garden.     tage parlour, s gato partake of t ality. t versation to it t only tea     everyone was charmed.

        to take    at ;yes", and sly struck trings e    you ips to make of    casts all tants of t to a profound ah-like sleep.

        She sings:

        Cold bloonight, my love,

        And a few drops of rain.

        itaper made from a manuscript folded into a flute, akes a lighe fire.

        I never    orue love

        In cold earth she was lain.

        s ligo er ther.

        A th and a day being gone

        to speak.

        Eyes close. ain in each a flame.

        sitting on my grave

        let me sleep?

        All sleep. . She sleeps.

        t from icoats; tal dles s t is not love t moves him; only love moves him.

        he feels no fear.

        An expression of los teet as the midwife did.

        All silent, all still.

        Yet, even as    t fierce e in triumprate and insensible form in tion    last exorcised turned as desolating anguiso side. Unbidden, ted imperiously: "Overture and beginners, please!" Sous lineh a hiss of silk.

        told    hed no more!

        After a breakfast of red-eye, as oilet before t aco bee a different man so t ts ly plagued ,    aken on suco t of    o ruck like a stock or sto razor in his hand.

        And, as inued, fasated, appalled, to stare in tive glass at tures t     of o agitate itself as if o a tremendous attack of the shakes.

        Goodnig prince.

        to be wo oblivion.

        Lig.

        Noing to dissolve!

        Ligs! ragedy war was engulfing him.

        O on ts him.

        blohe wind.
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