"Sang du Christ! Take that, you dog!" he snarled, burying the blade in my
breast as he spoke.
"My God! You are murdering me!" I gasped.
"Have you discovered it? What penetration!" he retorted, and those about
him laughed at his indecent jest!
He made a sign, and the man who had held me withdrew his hands. I
staggered forward, deprived of his support, then a crashing blow took me
across the head.
I swayed for an instant, and with arms upheld I clutched at the air, as if
I sought, by hanging to it, to save myself from falling; then the moon
appeared to go dark, a noise as of the sea beating upon its shore filled my
ears, and I seemed to be falling--falling--falling.
A voice that buzzed and vibrated oddly, growing more distant at each word,
reached me as I sank.
"Come," it said. "Fling that carrion into the river."
Then nothingness engulfed me.
CHAPTER XV
OF MY RESURRECTION
Even as the blow which had plunged me into senselessness had imparted to me
the sinking sensation which I have feebly endeavoured to depict, so did the
first dim ray of returning consciousness bring with it the feeling that I
was again being buoyed upwards through the thick waters that had enveloped
me, to their surface, where intelligence and wakefulness awaited.
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