could not stand it, and got up and rushed out into the
rain.

He went on and on down the road, finally coming to a black
woods, where he hid and wept as if his heart would break.
Ah, what agony was that, what despair, when the tomb of
memory was rent open and the ghosts of his old life came
forth to scourge him! What terror to see what he had
been and now could never be -- to see Ona and his child
and his own dead self stretching out their arms to him,
calling to him across a bottomless abyss -- and to know
that they were gone from him forever, and he writhing
and suffocating in the mire of his own vileness!

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