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"One evening I had put the guard in front of the fire, and settled into a chair and eaten my hashish, and the first thing that I saw when I came to Bethmoora was the sailor with the black scar, strolling down the street, and making footprints in the yellow sand. ONE EVENING I HAD PUT THE GUARD IN FRONT OF THE FIRE AND SETTLED INTO A CHAIR AND EATEN MY HASHISH AND THE FIRST THING THAT I SAW WHEN I CAME TO BETHMORA WAS A SAILOR WITH A BLACK SCAR STROLLING DOWN THE STREET AND MAKING FOOTPRINTS IN THE YELLOW SAND
ck, and only just in time, for my body was already stiffening in a chair in my room; and the fire had gone out and everything was cold, and I had to move each finger one by one, and there were pins and needles in them, and dreadful pains in the nails, which began to thaw; and at last I could move one arm, and reached a bell, and for a long time no one came, because every one was in bed. But at last a man appeared, and they got a doctor; and HE said that it was hashish poisoning, but it would have been all right if I hadn't met that battered, prowling spirit. "I could tell you astounding things that I have seen, but you want to know who sent that message to Bethmoora. Well, it was Thuba Mleen. And this is how I know. I often went to the city after that day you wrote of (I used to take hashish of an evening in my flat), and I always found it uninhabited. Sand had poured into it from the desert, and the streets were yellow and smooth, and through open, swinging doors the sand had drifted. AND SOMEHOW I IMAGINED MY WAY BACK AND ONLY JUST IN TIME FOR MY BODY WAS ALREADY STIFFENING IN A CHAIR IN MY ROOM AND THE FIRE HAD GONE OUT AND EVERYTHING WAS COLD AND I HAD TO MOVE EACH FINGER ONE BY ONE AND THERE WERE PINS AND NEEDLES IN THEM AND DREADFUL PAINS IN THE NAILS WHICH BEGAN TO THAW AND AT LAST I COULD MOVE ONE ARM AND REACH THE BELL AND FOR A LONG TIME NO ONE CAME BECAUSE EVERY ONE WAS IN BED BUT AT LAST A MAN APPEARED AND THEY GOT A DOCTOR AND HE SAID THAT IT WAS HASHISH POISONING BUT IT WOULD HAVE BEEN ALL RIGHT IF I HADN'T MET THAT BATTERED PROWLING SPIRIT I COULD TELL YOU ASTOUNDING THINGS THAT I HAVE SEEN BUT YOU WANT TO KNOW WHO SENT THAT MESSAGE TO BETHMORRA WELL IT WAS THUBUM LEAN AND THIS IS HOW I KNOW I OFTEN WENT TO THE CITY AFTER THAT DAY YOU WROTE OF I USED TO TAKE HASTIE OF AN EVENING IN MY FLAT AND I ALWAYS FOUND IT UNINHABITED SAND HAD POURED INTO IT FROM THE DESERT AND THE STREETS WERE YELLOW AND SMOOTH AND THROUGH OPEN SWINGING DOORS THE SAND HAD DRIFTED
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