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Ave Maria. The bells will ring in a few
minutes and I must go there.”
“What a frightful disease!” he went on,
as they walked across the cemetery; “and
that they generally remain conscious to the
very end makes it even more terrible to
witness.”
The place was quite dark but for the dim
little oil lamp on the floor behind the heads
of the two men who lay on each side of the
room. The nun stood as near the door as
she could.
“I am so afraid in this darkness,” she
whispered. “They are both quite still now;
I had not heard the officer breathe for awhile,”
said she, “and I thought he must be dead.
I read two Pater Nosters and it gave me
strength to take the lamp and go up to him
to put the crucifix in his hands. As I bent
over him I looked at his face, and . . .” she
burst into tears and put her hands before her
eyes, “look at him!” she whispered with
awe, “look at him!”
The Mayor took the lamp, and as the light
fell on the dead officer’s face he drew back in
terror. The head was bent backwards in a
last violent spasm, and the rigid muscles of
the face stood still in a hideous laugh.
“Risus sardonicus!” said the Doctor.
“I have read about it in books, but I have
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