Pulp Fiction, 1865 · page 311 of 399
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© Lhe Baths of Gastein. 293 up the library woman and made her look out her brightest and most cheerful novels, which were eagerly devoured, in spite of the doctor's commands that all mental exertion, even the most trifling, should be avoided. But flesh and blood cannot endure beyond certain limits. I had got by heart the colour of every pair of eyes in the place, the cut of every figure ; I believe I could distinguish the sound of each particular footstep, and the exact click with which every man closed the door. I counted every pane of glass, and enjoyed a continual feast of terror in watching the awful and impossible contortions of the man with the ol Of * = : lie in TT Wa No Pat rs . la a = ee | Gp, foe te Ke ree ae ? : r ee : r z : oe UPPER WATERFALL. violoncello. It seemed for all the world as if music caused a continual stream of rheumatic pains to flow through his body. When the grand crash terminated in a sudden calm, betraying everybody’s voice at a shrill pitch, his chest would heave and the perspiration pour off his face as if it would mock and laugh at the feebler efforts of the streaming elements of the sky. I was wont to pity the man, though he never knew it, and therefore was none the better for it ; and would wonder who supplied him with handkerchiefs, and how many at a time he carried about with him. The rest of the band, too, did its share of swaying and surging, so that every now and then you, might have fancied them on board ship pitching and tossing in mid-ocean. But | COMUCDOOKS.EO