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Then the mud came back wearily and covered all but my face. THEN THE MUD CAME BACK WEARILY AND COVERED ALL BUT MY FACE
appling with one another between the mud-banks, and both of them were black and full of lights. A sudden wonder came in to the eyes of each, as my friends came near to them with their glaring tapers. All these things I saw as they carried me dead and stiffening, for my soul was still among my bones, because there was no hell for it, and because Christian burial was denied me. They took me down a stairway that was green with slimy things, and so came slowly to the terrible mud. There, in the territory of forsaken things, they dug a shallow grave. When they had finished they laid me in the grave, and suddenly they cast their tapers to the river. And when the water had quenched the flaring lights the tapers looked pale and small as they bobbed upon the tide, and at once the glamour of the calamity was gone, and I noticed then the approach of the huge dawn; and my friends cast their cloaks over their faces, and the solemn procession was turned into many fugitives that furtively stole away. IDE OF THE SEA WERE GRAPPLING WITH ONE ANOTHER BETWEEN THE MUDBANKS AND BOTH OF THEM WERE BLACK AND FULL OF LIGHTS A SUDDEN WONDER CAME INTO THE EYES OF EACH AS MY FRIENDS CAME NEAR TO THEM WITH THEIR GLARING TAPERS ALL THESE THINGS I SAW AS THEY CARRIED ME DEAD AND STIFFENING FOR MY SOUL WAS STILL AMONG MY BONES BECAUSE THERE WAS NO HELL FOR IT AND BECAUSE CHRISTIAN BURIAL WAS DENIED ME THEY TOOK ME DOWN A STAIRWAY THAT WAS GREEN WITH SLIMY THINGS AND SO CAME SLOWLY TO THE TERRIBLE MUD THERE IN THE TERRITORY OF FORSAKEN THINGS THEY DUG A SHALLOW GRAVE WHEN THEY HAD FINISHED THEY LAID ME IN THE GRAVE AND SUDDENLY THEY CAST THEIR TAPERS TO THE RIVER AND WHEN THE WATER HAD QUENCHED THE FLARING LIGHTS THE TAPERS LOOKED PALE AND SMALL AS THEY BOBBED UPON THE TIDE AND AT ONCE THE GLAMOUR OF THE CALAMITY WAS GONE AND I NOTICED THEN THE APPROACH OF THE HUGE DAWN AND MY FRIENDS CAST THEIR CLOAKS OVER THEIR FACES AND THE SOLEMN PROCESSION WAS TURNED INTO MANY FUGITIVES THAT FURTIVELY STOLE AWAY
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