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of that man's sadness disappeared behind a veil of darkness, I retired to my room. It appeared the same mood for solitude soon struck the rest of the company; I heard the sounds of doors closing all down the hall. I had partly disrobed, having taken off my outer accoutrements, and was sitting before my mirror brushing my hair, when I fi rst heard the sounds of someone walking very heavily along the corridor outside my room. I thought perhaps the fi gure was drunk, for his breathing was heavy as he approached my door. I heard the sound of his breath nearly as fulsome as the panting of some lar