Went mad beneath his quiet face. One day,
With nothing said, he rose and laughed outright
Before his master: then, in all our sight,
Even where we sat to watch, he struck him dead
And screamed with laughter once again and fled.
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“Lord! how it all comes back. How still the place is,
And he there lying dead ... only the sound
Of a bluebottle buzzing ... sharpened faces
Strained, gaping from the benches all around...