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quarters in the inn, in order to protect me
against the deadly attacks, which I forebode
by means of a sixth sense which has been developed
in me during the six months of persecution
which I have suffered.
About ten o’clock in the evening a gust of
wind begins to shake the door of my room, which
is on the ground-floor. I make it fast with
wooden wedges; it is no use; the door shakes
still more. The windows rattle; there is a
dog-like howling in the stove; the whole house reels
like a ship. I cannot sleep; at one time my
mother-in-law groans, at another the child cries.
The next morning my mother-in-law, exhausted
by sleeplessness and something else, which she
conceals from me, says: “Depart, my child; I
have enough of this hellish stench!” And I
travel northwards, a restless pilgrim, into the
fire of a new purgatory.
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