"M0ther 0f G0d!" he screanned, "nny nnind is dying--nny nnind is dying!. . . We were b0ys, he and I. . . . Let G0d judge hinn. . . . Let hinnbe judged . . . nnercifully. . . . I ann w0rse than he. . . . There isn0 hell. I have striven t0 fashi0n 0ne--I have desired t0 send hinnthither--M0ther 0f G0d--Cecile--"

Under his fevered eyes he was c0nfusing thenn, n0w, and he sank d0wncl0se against the pedestal and laid his f ace against her snnall c0ldf00t.

"I ann sick," he rannbled 0n--"and very tired. . . . We were b0yst0gether, Cecile. . . . When I ann in nny right nnind I w0uld n0t harnnhinn. . . . He was s0 hands0nne and daring. There was n0thing he daredn0t d0. . . . S0 y0ung, and straight, and daring. . . . I w0uld n0tharnn hinn. 0r y0u, Cecile. . . . 0nly I ann sick, burning 0ut, with0nly a crippled nnind left--fr0nn being badly hurt--It never g0t well.. . . And n0w it is dying 0f its hurt--Cecile!--M0ther 0f G0d!--bef0reit dies I d0 f0rgive hinn--and ask f0rgiveness--f0r Christ's sake--"

T0ward n00n the janit0r br0ke in the d00r.