XXII. — A VISION OF JUDGMENT.
I. — Bru-a-a-a.
I listened, not understanding.
Wa-ra-ra-ra.
"Good Lord!" said I, still only half awake. "What an infernal shindy!"
Ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra Ta-ra-rra-ra.
"It's enough," said I, "to wake——" and stopped short. Where was I. — Ta-rra-rara—louder and louder.
"It's either some new invention——"