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mother-in-law and my child. On one occasion, as early
as two or three o’clock, I find my room full of
the thick and choking atmosphere I have spoken
of. But I continue the struggle till six o’clock
in order to finish an article on chemistry. On
a bunch of flowers sits a lady-bird marked with
yellow and black—the Austrian colours. It
clambers about, gropes, and seeks for a flying-off
place. At last it falls on my paper, spreads
out its wings exactly like the weathercock on the
church of Notre-Dame des Champs in Paris,
then crawls along the manuscript and up my
right hand. It looks at me, and then flies
towards the window; the compass on the table
points towards the north.
“Very well!” I say to myself, “to the north
then; but not before I choose; till I am
summoned again, I remain where I am.”
Six o’clock strikes, and it is impossible to
remain in this haunted house. Unknown forces
lift me from my chair and I must leave the
place.
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