His was an impenetrable darkness...
Anything approaching the change that came over his features I have never seen before, and hope never to see again. Oh, I wasn't touched. I was fascinated. It was as though a veil had been rent. I saw on that ivory face
the expression of sombre pride, of ruthless power, of craven terror--of an intense and hopeless despair. Did he live his life again in every detail of desire, temptation, and surrender during that supreme moment of complete
knowledge? He cried in a whisper at some image, at some vision--he cried out twice, a cry that was no more than a breath:
"`The horror! The horror!'
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