"Pardon!—qu'est ce que c'est?" asks the
stranger, in the tone of one suddenly awakened,
internally annoyed at being disturbed, yet
anxious to appear deeply interested. They had
been talking of Japan—and the traveler, suddenly regaining the clue of the conversation,
spoke of a bath-house at Yokohama, and of
strange things he had seen there, until the memory of the recent vision mingled fantastically
with recollections of the Japanese bathing-house, and he sank into another reverie, leaving
the untasted cup of black coffee before him to
mingle its dying aroma with the odor of the
cigarettes.
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* *
For there are living apparitions that affect men more deeply than fancied visits from the world of ghosts;—numbing respiration momentarily, making the blood to gather about the heart like a great weight, hushing the voice to a murmur, creating an indescribable oppression in the throat,—until nature seeks relief in a strong sigh that fills the lungs with air again and cools for a brief moment the sudden fever of the veins. The vision may endure but
