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The man raised himself half erect in bed,
and stretched his arms out towards her.
"Not even to thee is granted everlasting
peace. Thou dost surfer; thou, the best, the
most pious!"
And the dead bent her head in confirmation
of his words, and laid her hand on her
breast.
"And can I procure you peace in the
grave?"
"Yes!" it sounded in his ear.
"And how?"
"Give me a hair, but a single hair of the
head of that sinner, whose fire will never be
quenched; that sinner whom God will cast down
into hell, to everlasting torment."
"Yes; so easily thou canst be liberated, thou
pure, thou pious one!" said he.
"Then follow me," said the dead; "it is
so granted us. Thou canst be by my side,
wheresoever thy thoughts will. Invisible to
mankind, we stand in their most secret places;
but thou must point with a sure hand to the
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