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with astonishing rapidity, and then, for some time, nothing more.
"Only I vaguely remember opening my eyes, and seeing as in a looking-glass my own ghastly face staring at me.
"A blank came over me again. When at last I recovered my senses I found myself in the Morgue—that dreadful charnel-house, the Morgue! They had believed me dead, and had carried me thither.
"I looked around me, I saw nothing but unknown faces. My other self was nowhere to be seen."
"But did he really exist?"
"He did."
"And who was he?"
"A man of my own age, and so exactly like myself that we might have been taken for twin brothers."
"And he had saved your life?"
"Yes; it appears that on meeting me, he was not only struck with the strong likeness that existed between us, but also by the wildness of my appearance, therefore he was prompted to
