Identifier: bohemianparisoft01morr (find matches)
Title: Bohemian Paris of to-day
Year: 1900 (1900s)
Authors: Morrow, William Chambers, 1853-1923 Cucuel, Édouard
Subjects: Bohemianism
Publisher: Philadelphia, London, J.B. Lippincott company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress

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dead.But it did not end with that. From white the faceslowly grew livid . . . then purplish black. . . . Theeyes visibly shrank into their greenish-yellow sockets.. . . Slowly the hair fell away. . . . The nose meltedaway into a purple putrid spot. The whole face be-came a semi-liquid mass of corruption. Presently allthis had disappeared, and a gleaming skull shonewhere so recently had been the handsome face of awoman ; naked teeth grinned inanely and savagelywhere rosy lips had so recently smiled. Even theshroud had gradually disappeared, and an entireskeleton stood revealed in the coffin. The wail again rang through the silent vault: Ah, ah, Macchabee ! Thou hast reached the laststage of dissolution, so dreadful to mortals. Thework that follows death is complete. But despairnot, for death is not the end of all. The power isgiven to those who merit it, not only to return to life,but to return in any form and station preferred to the old. So return if thou deservedst and desirest. 272
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IN THE DEATH CHAMBER A NIGHT ON MONTMARTRE With a slowness equal to that of the dissolution,the bones became covered with flesh and cerements,and all the ghastly steps were reproduced reversed.Gradually the sparkle of the eyes began to shinethrough the gloom ; but when the reformation wascompleted, behold ! there was no longer the hand-some and smiling young woman, but the sleek,rotund body, ruddy cheeks, and self-conscious lookof a banker. It was not until this touch of comedyrelieved the strain that the rigidity with which Mr.Thompkins had sat between us began to relax, anda smile played over his face,—a bewildered, but nonethe less a pleasant, smile. The prosperous bankerstepped forth, sleek and tangible, and haughtily strodeaway before our eyes, passing through the audienceinto the darkness. Again was the coffin-shaped holein the wall dark and empty. He of the black gown and pointed hood nowemerged through an invisible door, and asked ifthere was any one in the audience who desi

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