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and endure this living death all night- was that better? No. What, then, was
there left to do? Ah, there was but one course; he knew it well — he must put
out his hand and find that thing!
It was easy to think this; but it was hard to brace himself up to try it. Three
Times he stretched his hand a little way out into the dark gingerly; and
Snatched it suddenly back, with a gasp — not because it had encountered
Anything, but because he had felt so sure it was just going to. But the fourth
Time he groped a little further, and his hand lightly swept against something
Soft and warm. This petrified him nearly with fright — his mind was in such a
State that he could imagine the thing to be nothing else than a corpse, newly
Dead and still warm. He thought he would rather die than touch it again. But
He thought this false thought because he did not know the immortal strength
Of human curiosity. In no long time his hand was tremblingly groping again
— against his judgment, and without his consent — but groping persistently
On, just the same. It encountered a bunch of long hair; he shuddered, but
Followed up the hair and found what seemed to be a warm rope; followed up
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