1 But the grey face still followed me.
2 THERE was no hope for him this time: it was the third stroke.
3 He returned to his pipe and finally spat rudely into the grate.
4 My aunt brought the dish from the safe and put it on the table.
5 I drew the blankets over my head and tried to think of Christmas.
6 It was an unassuming shop, registered under the vague name of Drapery.
7 But now it sounded to me like the name of some maleficent and sinful being.
8 Old Cotter was sitting at the fire, smoking, when I came downstairs to supper.
9 Every night as I gazed up at the window I said softly to myself the word paralysis.
10 In the dark of my room I imagined that I saw again the heavy grey face of the paralytic.
11 I knew that I was under observation so I continued eating as if the news had not interested me.
12 The next morning after breakfast I went down to look at the little house in Great Britain Street.
13 It had always sounded strangely in my ears, like the word gnomon in the Euclid and the word simony in the Catechism.
14 It began to confess to me in a murmuring voice and I wondered why it smiled continually and why the lips were so moist with spittle.
15 But then I remembered that it had died of paralysis and I felt that I too was smiling feebly as if to absolve the simoniac of his sin.
16 If he was dead, I thought, I would see the reflection of candles on the darkened blind for I knew that two candles must be set at the head of a corpse.
17 The drapery consisted mainly of children's bootees and umbrellas; and on ordinary days a notice used to hang in the window, saying: Umbrellas Re-covered.
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