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CHAPTER LI IN THE NIGHT The delirious voice haunted him. It came no longer accompanied by images and likenesses to this and that of animate nature, which were relieving and distracting; it came to him in its mortal nakedness—an afflicting incessant ringing peal, bare as death's ribs in telling of death. When would it stop? And when it stopped, what would succeed? What ghastly silence! He walked to within view of the lights of Dr. Shrapnel's at night: then home to his hotel.