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terror, of despair—a piercing, shrill cry that rang through the still night air, awakening all the inmates of that quiet house from their peaceful slumbers."
"And you—what did you do?"
"What did I do? I really don't know. I must have said something—I must have done something, but I have not the slightest recollection of what it was. Then I stumbled downstairs in the dark. It was like going down, down into a deep well. I only remember running through the gloomy streets—running like a madman, whither I knew not.
"I felt cursed like Cain, or like the Eternal Wanderer, so I ran on at random.
"I had fled from them, would that I had been able to flee from myself likewise.
"All at once, at the corner of the street, I ran against someone. We both recoiled from each other. I, aghast and terror-stricken; he, simply astonished."
"And whom did you meet?"
"My own image. A man exactly like myself—my Döppelgänger, in fact. He stared at me
