THERE was no hope for him this time: it was the third stroke. Night after night I had passed the house (it was vacation time) and studied the lighted square of window: and night after night I had found it lighted in the same way, faintly and evenly. If he was dead, I thought, I would see the reflection of candles on the darkened blind for I knew that two candles must be set at the head of a corpse. He had often said to me: "I am not long for this world," and I had thought his words idle. Now I knew they were true.
Lotta
20.10.2020
Ei auennut kauhean helposti, mutta mukava analysoida jos aikaa riittää
Lotta
20.10.2020
Ei auennut kauhean helposti, mutta mukava analysoida jos aikaa riittää
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