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It was a form of madness all the more malignant because the sufferer, and particularly his friends, might go for years without suspecting it. The doctor gave the disease no name. IT WAS A FORM OF MADNESS ALL THE MORE MALIGNANT BECAUSE THE SUFFERER AND PARTICULARLY HIS FRIENDS MIGHT GO FOR YEARS WITHOUT SUSPECTING IT THE DOCTOR GAVE THE DISEASE NO NAME
be upon your cruel altar for ever." As he spoke he snatched a dagger from among some bibelots on his mantel, and drew it from its sheath. "You are proud of your martyrs," he laughed; "see, I will bleed to death for your sake. In God's name speak." But Silencieux spoke nothing at all. Then Beatrice, watching in terror, seeing by his face that he would really kill himself, ran round to the door and broke in, crying, "O my poor Antony!" but already he had plunged the dagger amid the veins of his left wrist, and was watching the blood gush out with a strange delight. As Beatrice burst in, he looked up at her, and mistook her for Silencieux. "Ah!" he said, "you speak at last. You love me now, when it is too late—when I am dying." As he said this his face grew white and he fainted away. For many days Antony lay unconscious, racked by terrible delirium. The doctor called it brain fever. It was not the common form, he said, but a more dangerous form, to which only imaginative men were subject.  YOU ANSWER ME I WILL DIE THIS NIGHT AND MY BLOOD SHALL BE UPON YOUR CRUEL ALTAR FOREVER AS HE SPOKE HE SNATCHED A DAGGER FROM AMONG SOME BIVULETS ON HIS MANTLE AND DREW IT FROM ITS SHEAF YOU ARE PROUD OF YOUR MARTYRS HE LAUGHED SEE I WILL BLEED TO DEATH FOR YOUR SAKE IN GOD'S NAME SPEAK BUT SELA SPOKE NOTHING AT ALL THEN BEATRICE WATCHING IN TERROR SEEING BY HIS FACE THAT HE WOULD REALLY KILL HIMSELF RAN AROUND TO THE DOOR AND BROKE IN CRYING OH MY POOR ANTONY BUT ALREADY HE HAD PLUNGED THE DAGGER AMID THE VEINS OF HIS LEFT WRIST AND WAS WATCHING THE BLOOD GUSH OUT WITH A STRANGE DELIGHT AS BEATRICE BURST IN HE LOOKED UP AT HER AND MISTOOK HER FOR SELA AH HE SAID YOU SPEAK AT LAST YOU LOVE ME NOW WHEN IT IS TOO LATE WHEN I AM DYING AS HE SAID THIS HIS FACE GREW WHITE AND HE FAINTED AWAY FOR MANY DAYS ANTONY LAY UNCONSCIOUS RACKED BY TERRIBLE DELIRIUM THE DOCTOR CALLED IT BRAIN FEVER IT WAS NOT THE COMMON FORM HE SAID BUT A MORE DANGEROUS FORM TO WHICH ONLY IMAGINATIVE MEN WERE SUBJECT
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