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My next memory was of sun and a dance of leafy shadows on the wall of the cave, the which shadows held my attention so that I had no will to look otherwhere; for these were ahtily And as I watched these antic shadows I could hear the pleasant murmur of the little rill without the cave, that bubbled with sweet, soft noises like shter And presently, led with this pretty babblement, I seemed to hear a whisper: "Martin! Dear Martin!"

And now I sawthe place with my laain the soft rippling of the brook and therewith her voice very sweet and faint and far away: "Martin! Dear Martin!"

I res menaced me, and a horror of dreams wherein I, fettered and fast bound, , in the arues whiles I strove desperately to breakmadness and dashed myself hither and thither to slay myself and end my torment Or, axe in hand, amid smoke and flame, I fell upon her murderers; then would I smite down the ain and yet again, nodding shattered head and flapping nerveless arht never slay hi already dead--I turned to flee, but with hi cry of "Death for all of us--death!" And feeling his hands on le until the blackness closed overlike a sea

And behind all these horrors was a haunting knowledge that I was goingforarms, and had cast on me a spell whereby, asand changing into that of Black Bartlemy Always I knew that Hurowing ever ht onvoice, hailing me by my new name: "Bartlemy, ahoy! Black Bartle dead can die noall, doth know you for Bartlemy crept back from hell So come, Bartlemy, come and be as I am And there's others here, proper lads as wants ye too, dead men all--by the rope, by the knife, by the bullet--oho!