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"There was no pain, no sting or smart. Amazement and then
darkness sweeping over everything. The hot, brutal face before me,
the face of the man who had killed me, seemed to recede. It swept
out of existence--"
"
Euston!" clamoured the voices outside; "Euston!"
The carriage door opened admitting a flood of sound, and a
porter stood regarding us. The sounds of doors slamming, and the
hoof-clatter of cab-horses, and behind these things the featureless
remote roar of the London cobble-stones, came to my ears. A
truckload of lighted lamps blazed along the platform.
"
A darkness, a flood of darkness that opened and spread and
blotted out all things."
"
Any luggage, sir?" said the porter.
And that was the end?" I asked.
"
He seemed to hesitate. Then, almost inaudibly, he answered, "no."
"You mean?"
"I couldn't get to her. She was there on the other side of the
temple-- And then--"
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