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A thing had been done that could not be undone, and he thought it must be what people called _murder_. And Sambo was such a good man! He was almost as good a man as Gibbie's father, and now he would not breathe any more! A THING HAD BEEN DONE THAT COULD NOT BE UNDONE AND HE THOUGHT IT MUST BE WHAT PEOPLE CALLED MURDER AND SAMBO WAS SUCH A GOOD MAN HE WAS ALMOST AS GOOD A MAN AS GIBBEY'S FATHER AND NOW HE WOULD NOT BREATHE ANY MORE
 back, and the gash gaped wide. For some moments Gibbie stood in ghastly terror. No sound except a low gurgle came to his ears, and the horror of the stillness overmastered him. He never could recall what came next. When he knew himself again, he was in the street, running like the wind, he knew not whither. It was not that he dreaded any hurt to himself; horror, not fear, was behind him. His next recollection of himself was in the first of the morning, on the lofty chain-bridge over the river Daur. Before him lay he knew not what, only escape from what was behind. His faith in men seemed ruined. The city, his home, was frightful to him. Quarrels and curses and blows he had been used to, and amidst them life could be lived. If he did not consciously weave them into his theories, he unconsciously wrapped them up in his confidence, and was at peace. But the last night had revealed something unknown before. It was as if the darkness had been cloven, and through the cleft he saw into hell. K THROAT THEY HAD BENT HIS HEAD BACK AND THE GASH GAPED WIDE FOR SOME MOMENTS GIBBEY STOOD IN GHASTLY TERROR NO SOUND EXCEPT A LOW GURGLE CAME TO HIS EARS AND THE HORROR OF THE STILLNESS OVERMASTERED HIM HE NEVER COULD RECALL WHAT CAME NEXT WHEN HE KNEW HIMSELF AGAIN HE WAS IN THE STREET RUNNING LIKE THE WIND HE KNEW NOT WHITHER IT WAS NOT THAT HE DREADED ANY HURT TO HIMSELF HORROR NOT FEAR WAS BEHIND HIM HIS NEXT RECOLLECTION OF HIMSELF WAS IN THE FIRST OF THE MORNING ON THE LOFTY CHAIN BRIDGE OVER THE RIVER DOWER BEFORE HIM LAY HE KNEW NOT WHAT ONLY ESCAPE FROM WHAT WAS BEHIND HIS FAITH IN MEN SEEMED RUINED THE CITY HIS HOME WAS FRIGHTFUL TO HIM WHIRLS AND CURSES AND BLOWS HE HAD BEEN USED TO AND AMIDST THEM LIFE COULD BE LIVED IF HE DID NOT CONSCIOUSLY WEAVE THEM INTO HIS THEORIES HE UNCONSCIOUSLY WRAPPED THEM UP IN HIS CONFIDENCE AND WAS AT PEACE BUT THE LAST NIGHT HAD REVEALED SOMETHING UNKNOWN BEFORE IT WAS AS IF THE DARKNESS HAD BEEN CLOVEN AND THROUGH THE CLEFT HE SAW INTO HELL
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