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The unfortunate man lay motionless; his eyes wide open, but

without any cognisance of the objects around him; the stamp of

death was on his face, which was covered with black spots; his

lips were swollen and black: you would have thought it the face

of the dead, if a violent contraction about the mouth had not

revealed a tenacity of life; his respiration was painful, and his

livid hand, extending on the outside of the covering, was firmly

grasping his cloak, and pressing it upon his heart, as if

conscious that there was his deepest agony.