XI. AT THE WORLD'S END
XII. THE SHADOWS
XIII. WHITHER GOEST THOU?
XIV. THE RUINS
XV. AN APPARITION
XVI. DE PROFUNDIS CLAMAVI
XVII. MORNING
XVIII. EYES THAT SEE
XIX. GHOSTS
XX. THE CULT
XXI. NO!
XXII. LIGHT
XXIII. FACE TO FACE




LIGHT



CHAPTER I

MYSELF


All the days of the week are alike, from their beginning to their end.

At seven in the evening one hears the clock strike gently, and then the
instant tumult of the bell. I close the desk, wipe my pen, and put it