Then his Death, who was already shrivelled up like a withered leaf at the bottom of the coffer, rose up and laid his hand upon him, and Boy Beautiful instantly fell dead to the ground and crumbled into dust. But had he remained away but a little time longer his Death would have died, and he himself would have been living now. And so I mount my nag and utter an “Our Father” ere I go.
THE END
Richard Clay & Sons, Limited,
London & Bungay.
FOOTNOTES:
[1] He has described his experience in the picturesque and popular Anatóliai Képek (“Anatolian Pictures”) published at Pest in 1891.
[2] Emperor.
[3] Fairy.
[4] “Peace be unto you.”
[5] “Unto you be peace.”
[6] Farthings.