—never more to offend Thee—
—and to amend my life—
—and to amend my life—
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He went up to his room after dinner in order to be alone with his soul, and at every step his soul seemed to sigh; at every step his soul mounted with his feet,sighing in the ascent, through a region of viscid gloom.
He halted on the landing before the door and then,grasping the porcelain knob, opened the door quickly.He waited in fear, his soul pining within him, praying silently that death might not touch his brow as he passed over the threshold, that the fiends that inhabit darkness might not be given power over him. He waited still at the threshold as at the entrance to some dark cave. Faces were there; eyes: they waited and watched.