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the wire network will attract the lightning, and
I shall be lying on the conductor. But I do
not venture to say a word.
The first thing that disturbs me is the noise
of a machine. Since I have quitted the Hôtel
Orfila I have a roaring in my ears like the sound
of a water-wheel. Doubting the objective
existence of this noise, I ask the cause of it, and
learn that it is the printing-press close by. The
explanation is plausible, and, though little
satisfied, I do not wish to excite myself.
The dreaded night comes on. The sky is
covered with clouds; the air is close; we expect
a thunderstorm. I do not venture to lie down
to sleep, and write letters for two hours. At
last, overcome with weariness, I undress myself
and creep into bed. The lamp is extinguished;
a terrible stillness reigns in the house. I feel
that someone is watching me in the darkness,
touches me and feels for my heart in order to
suck my blood. Without waiting any longer, I
spring out of bed, fling open the window and
jump into the courtyard—but I have forgotten
the rose-bushes, whose sharp thorns pierce me
through my night-shirt. Scratched and streaming
with blood, I grope about the courtyard.
Gravel-stones, thistles, and nettles lacerate my
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