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It seems that I had come to the end of the story. Here is what's written on the last page of the journal: When the last guest had gone, Mr Felix turned to me. 'The play is over,' said he. 'When I am gone, it will be repeated year after year at Christmas, at the Cripples' Hospital. My will provides for that, and that will be my monument. But for a few years to come I hope to hold the entertainment here, in my own house. Come, you may take off your robe and wig and... Read More
On the thirteenth page... 'Your turn!' he panted as, at the end of the ribbon he lugged out an enormous cabbage, and trundled it down the room. Catching my bag from me, he shook his cloak over it once, and returned it to my hands, bulging, stuffed full to the brim with toys--dolls, tops, whips, trumpets, boxes of animals, boxes of tin soldiers. . . . 'Father Christmas, now! Make way for Father Christmas!' The infection took me, and stumbling down from the... Read More
The next three pages is torn. It seems that the mysterious liquid from before stained the pages before the writer was able to write anything on it.On the twelveth page it continues... The room was lined with children--scores of children: and some of them were gathered in little groups, and some of them, panting and laughing from their dance, had dropped into the chairs ranged along the walls. But these were the minority. The most of the guests lay in cots, or sat with crut... Read More
As I turn the page to read the eighth page, I've noticed that some parts of it are faded due to an unknown liquid stain that dried up. Probably oil. I closed the journal and used my finger as a bookmark and So I stand up to move to a brighter part of the library.Using a magnifier I somehow manage to read the faded parts and it goes like this... 'There are punishments and punishments,' said I. 'And I hope, whatever your game may be, you will remember that there's punishment in dressing... Read More
On the seventh page... 'Your monument?' I echoed. He nodded again. 'In good time, my friend, you shall hear about it; for you make, I perceive, a good listener. You have gifts, though you do less than justice to them. Suffice it to say that I am a sentimentalist, like yourself. I never married nor begat children; and I have but a shaky belief in the future state; but my sentimentality hankers after--you may even say it postulates--some kind of continui... Read More
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