Tales and Fantasies


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carpeted, and ragged-cushioned cab, with his breath  
congealing on the glasses, where else was John himself  
advancing to?  
The thought stirred his imagination, which began to  
manufacture many thousand pictures, bright and fleeting, like  
the shapes in a kaleidoscope; and now he saw himself, ruddy  
and comfortered, sliding in the gutter; and, again, a little  
woe-begone, bored urchin tricked forth in crape and weepers,  
descending this same hill at the foot's pace of mourning  
coaches, his mother's body just preceding him; and yet again,  
his fancy, running far in front, showed him his destination -  
now standing solitary in the low sunshine, with the sparrows  
hopping on the threshold and the dead man within staring at  
the roof - and now, with a sudden change, thronged about with  
white-faced, hand-uplifting neighbours, and doctor bursting  
through their midst and fixing his stethoscope as he went,  
the policeman shaking a sagacious head beside the body. It  
was to this he feared that he was driving; in the midst of  
this he saw himself arrive, heard himself stammer faint  
explanations, and felt the hand of the constable upon his  
shoulder. Heavens! how he wished he had played the manlier  
part; how he despised himself that he had fled that fatal  
neighbourhood when all was quiet, and should now be tamely  
travelling back when it was thronging with avengers!  
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