I dared not touch my own face, dared not glance at myself in the glass.

And the skulls turned from side to side as before.... And with their former

noise, peeping like little red rags out of the grinning teeth, rapid

tongues lisped how marvellously, how inimitably the immortal ... yes,

immortal ... singer had rendered that last trill!

_April 1878._

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