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"Arrogance," said the dead; "dost thou see
him?"
"Him!" repeated the clergyman; "he is a
simpleton – a fool only, and will not be
condemned to eternal fire and torment."
"A fool only," sounded through the whole
house of Arrogance.
And they flew into the four bare walls of
Avarice, where skinny, meagre, shivering with
cold, hungry and thirsty, the old man clung
fast with all his thoughts to his gold. They saw
how he, as in a fever, sprang from his wretched
pallet, and took a loose stone out of the wall.
There lay gold coins in a stocking-foot; he fumbled
at his ragged tunic, in which gold coins
were sewed fast, and his moist fingers trembled.
"He is ill: it is insanity; encircled by fear
and evil dreams."
And they flew away in haste, and stood by
the criminals’ wooden couch, where they slept
side by side in long rows. One of them started
up from his sleep like a wild animal, and uttered
a hideous scream: he struck his companion
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