III
The day following was a disastrous one for me. While
moving a framed canvas from one easel to another my foot slipped on the
polished floor, and I fell heavily on both wrists.
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THE YELLOW SIGN II
II
The next morning, Thomas, the bell-boy, brought me the Herald and a bit of news. The church next door had been sold.
THE YELLOW SIGN I
THE YELLOW SIGN
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"Let the red dawn surmise
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What we shall do,
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When this blue starlight dies
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And all is
through."
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