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EVERY man gifted with imagination has speculated upon the manner in which he would meet the great moment of his dissolution. It is an idle speculation for nine hundred and ninety-nine out of every thousand, since death at the end has no terrors and excites no fear.
Hamilton of the Houssas had stood before the narrow slit of the Old Woman's cave, and had bent his head and gone in, believing that the end had come. And he had closed his eyes before the flashing blade of the sword. His last vision had been of a monstrous shape that eyed him furtively, as he thought, behind a fringe of grass tassels. Then he had heard the slash and thud of the sword and his knees had given way.