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Final P. S. by M. T.
[begin page 491]
Final P. S. byemendation M. T.

The dawn was come when I laid the Manuscript aside.alteration in the MS The rain had almost ceased, the world was gray and sad, the exhausted storm was sighing and sobbing itself to rest. I went to the stranger’s room, and listened at his door, which was slightly ajaralteration in the MS; I could hear his voice, and so I knocked. There was no answer, but I still heard the voice. I peeped in. The man lay on his back, in bed, talking brokenly but with spirit,

“delirium, of course, but so real!”
[begin page 492] and punctuating with his arms, which he thrashed about, restlessly, as sick people do in delirium. I slipped in softly, and bent over him. His mutterings and ejaculations went on. I spoke—merely a word, to call his attention. His glassy eyes and his ashy face were alightemendation in an instant with pleasure, gratitude, gladness, welcome:

“hands off! my person is sacred.”

“O, Sandy, you are come at last,—how I have longed for you! Sit by me—do not leave me—never leave me again,alteration in the MS Sandy, never again. Where is your hand?—give it me, dear, let me hold it—there—now, all is well, all is peace, and I am happy again—we are happy again, isn’t it so, Sandy? You are so dim, so vague, you are but a mist, a cloud, but you are here, and that is blessedness sufficient; and I have your hand; don’t take it away—it is for only a little while, I shall not require it long. . . . . . Was that the child? . . . Hello-Central! . . . . She doesn’t answer. Asleep, perhaps? Bring her when she wakes, and let me touch her hands, her face, her hair, and tell her good-bye.alteration in the MS . . . . . . Sandy! . . . . Yes, you are there. I lost myself a moment, and I thought you were gone. . . . . . Have I been sick long? It must be so; it seems months to me. And such dreams! such strange and awful dreams, Sandy! Dreams that were as real as reality—delirium, of course, but so real! Why, I thought the king was dead, I thought you were in Gaulemendation and couldn’t get home, I thought there was a revolution; in the fantastic frenzy of these dreams, I thought that Clarence and I, and a handful of my cadets fought and exterminated the whole chivalry of England! But even that was not the strangest. I seemed to be a creature out of a remote unborn age, centuries hence, and even that was as real [begin page 493] as the rest! Yes, I seemed to have flown back out of that age into this of ours, and then forward to italteration in the MS again, and was set down, a strangeralteration in the MS and forlorn in that strangealteration in the MS England, with an abyss of thirteen centuries yawningemendation between me and you!alteration in the MS between me and my home and my friends! between me and all that is dear to me, all that could make life worth the living! It was awful—awfuler than you can ever imagine, Sandy. Ah,alteration in the MS watch by me, Sandy—stay by me every moment—don’t let me go out of my mind again; death is nothing, let it come, but not with those dreams, not with the torture of those hideous dreams—I cannot endure that again. . . . . . Sandy? . . . .”

He lay muttering incoherently some little time; then for a time he lay silent, and apparently sinking away toward death. Presently his fingers began to pick busily at the coverlet, and by that sign I knew that his end was at handalteration in the MS. With the first suggestion of the death-rattle in his throat he started upemendation slightly, and seemed to listen; then he said:

“A bugle? . . . . It is the king! The drawbridgeemendation, there! Man the battlements!—turn out the—”

He was getting up his last “effect;” but he never finished it.

Editorial Emendations Final P. S. by M. T.
  Final . . . by  (A)  ●  Final . . . by (MS) 
  alight (A)  ●  all alight (MS) 
  Gaul (A)  ●  France (MS) 
  yawning (A)  ●  lying (MS) 
  up (A)  ●  not in  (MS) 
  drawbridge (A)  ●  draw-  |  bridge (MS) 
Alterations in the Manuscript Final P. S. by M. T.
 aside.] followed by canceled ‘I went to the stranger’s’.
 which was slightly ajar] interlined; the comma preceding added.
 again,] interlined.
 good-bye.] followed by a canceled semicolon and canceled ‘and you will tell me how she looks, and if she has grown somewhat in these weary and troubled months . . . ’; the period added.
 to it] interlined.
 stranger] followed by a canceled comma and canceled ‘friendless and forlorn, in that’.
 in that strange] interlined.
 you!] followed by canceled ‘It was’.
 Ah,] follows canceled ‘Ah, don’t’.
 at hand] follows ‘close’ canceled in pencil.
Explanatory Notes Final P. S. by M. T.
  illustration] Beard glossed this illustration in one of the copies of A Connecticut Yankee he annotated. “It was only a few centuries which separated the Yankee from his wife, Sandy, and his little baby. I had not the heart to kill him as did the author; so I put Death at the throat of Time, thus killing all that separated the man from his wife and uniting them again.” He added, “The pen, which I used to make all the illustrations in this book, broke as I signed my name to this illustration” (“Dan Beard Tells,” p. 5).