But still
she knew they were not right, and at times they became a horrible obsession as
of something waiting for her round the corner. “Someone must have found it and taken good care of
it. From this perturbed state he was roused by thoughts
of his mother, and fancying he heard her gentle voice urging him on to fresh
exertion, he started up. A skeleton was propped against the mantelpiece. Perhaps I ate
something spoiled for breakfast. The floor was planked with oak, and covered with iron staples, hooks, and ringbolts, with heavy chains attached to them. Then,
mysteriously, he no longer smelled or tasted it. The swelling in his limbs had also subsided. Mirages, over which he was constantly
throwing bridges which were wasted efforts, since invariably they spanned solid
ground.
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