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Spring Breeze
Sweet Nothings
The Abduction of Psyche
Thus, had he come through the hours, to the day when the fifty-two heads were to fall. And now, while he was composed, and hoped that be could meet the end with quiet heroism, a new action began in his waking thoughts, which was very difficult to master. ¡¡¡¡He had never seen the instrument that was to terminate his life. How high it was from the ground, how many steps it had, where he would be stood, how he would be touched, whether the touching hands would be dyed red, which way his face would be turned, whether he
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would be the first, or might be the last: these and many similar questions, in nowise directed by his will, obtruded themselves over and over again, countless times. Neither were they connected with fear: he was conscious of no fear. Rather, they originated in a strange besetting desire to know what to do when the time came; a desire gigantically disproportionate to the few swift moments to which it referred; a wondering that was more like the wondering of some other spirit within his, than his own.