THE GREEN LIGHT
There was blood streaming over his eyes, and through the blood and mingled with blood he saw the green light looking.
There came a sudden lull. A couple of policemen stood by him, and one of them had him by the arm, and asked him what he was doing. He began to cry, sobbing like a child.
'Take me up there,' he said, panting, 'where the green light is; it's the dead woman calling.'
The policeman stood for a moment hesitating. For a moment the crowd was motionless and silent. Then one of those white-faced boys shrank further back whispering:
'It's the man!'
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