magiadoreal

The air of the room chilled his shoulders.  He stretched himself cautiously along under  the sheets and lay down beside his wife. One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world,  in the full glory of some passion, than fade  and wither dismally with age. He thought of how she who lay beside him had locked in her heart for so many years that image of  her lover’s eyes when he had told her that he did not wish to live. Generous tears filled Gabriel’s eyes. He had never felt like that  himself towards any woman but he knew that such a feeling must  be love. The tears gathered more thickly in his eyes and in the  partial darkness he imagined he saw the form of a young man  standing under a dripping tree. Other forms were near.  His soul had approached that region where dwell the vast hosts of the dead. He was conscious of, but could  not apprehend, their wayward and flick...