In the second place, it
impressed me (I fear, indeed, that it will be impossible to make
myself comprehended) as gelatinous or glutinous matters impress the
sense of touch.
I have spoken both of "sound" and of "voice." I mean to say that the
sound was one of distinct --of even wonderfully, thrillingly
distinct --syllabification. M. Valdemar spoke --obviously in reply
to the question I had propounded to him a few minutes before. I had
asked him, it will be remembered, if he still slept. He now said:
"Yes; --no; --I have been sleeping --and now --now --I am dead.
No person present even affected to deny, or attempted to repress,
the unutterable, shuddering horror which these few words, thus
uttered, were so well calculated to convey. Mr. L--l (the student)
swooned. The nurses immediately left the chamber, and could not be
induced to return. My own impressions I would not pretend to render
intelligible to the reader. For nearly an hour, we busied ourselves,
silently --without the utterance of a word --in endeavors to revive
Mr. L--l. When he came to himself, we addressed ourselves again to
an investigation of M. Valdemar's condition.
It remained in all respects as I have last described it, with the
exception that the mirror no longer afforded evidence of
respiration. An attempt to draw blood from the arm failed.
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