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Had I but died an hour before this chance, / I had liv'd a blessed time; for from this instant, / There's nothing serious in mortality: / All is but toys; renown, and grace is dead; / The wine of life is drawn, and the lees / Is left this vault to brag of. / "Macbeth".
The lamp in the coroner's room shone dully on the perturbed faces of three anxious men. They had been talking earnestly and long, but were now impatiently awaiting the appearance of a fourth party, as was shown by the glances which each threw from time to time towards the door leading into the main corridor.