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I had seen the sign of the Hand against which Melvill Arnold had warned me with final effort before he expired.
I could not close my eyes again. Thoroughly awakened, I lay trying to convince myself that it was but a bad dream. Yet so distinct had been that touch, that I still felt the repulsive contact that had thrilled me and left upon me such a lasting impression.