bed；　with　a　tap　of　water　turned　on　over　his　grey　hair；　and　running；
  drip；　drip；　drip；　down　his　wretched　face　until　it　got　to　the　corner
  of　his　mouth；　where　it　took　a　turn；　and　made　him　look　sly。　　One　New
  Year's　Morning　（by　the　same　token；　the　sun　was　shining　outside；　and
  there　was　a　mountebank　balancing　a　feather　on　his　nose；　within　a
  yard　of　the　gate）；　I　was　pulled　in　again　to　look　at　a　flaxen…haired
  boy　of　eighteen；　with　a　heart　hanging　on　his　breast　…　'from　his
  mother；'　was　engraven　on　it　…　who　had　come　into　the　net　across　the
  river；　with　a　bullet　wound　in　his　fair　forehead　and　his　hands　cut
  with　a　knife；　but　whence　or　how　was　a　blank　mystery。　　This　time；　I
  was　forced　into　the　same　dread　place；　to　see　a　large　dark　man　whose
  disfigurement　by　water　was　in　a　frightful　manner　comic；　and　whose
  expression　was　that　of　a　prize…fighter　who　had　closed　his　eyelids
  under　a　heavy　blow；　but　was　going　immediately　to　open　them；　shake
  his　head；　and　'come　up　smiling。'　　Oh　what　this　large　dark　man　cost
  me　in　that　bright　city！
  It　was　very　hot　weather；　and　he　was　none　the　better　for　that；　and　I
  was　much　the　worse。　　Indeed；　a　very　neat　and　pleasant　little　woman
  with　the　key　of　her　lodging　on　her　forefinger；　who　had　been　showing
  him　to　her　little　girl　while　she　and　the　child　ate　sweetmeats；
  observed　monsieur　looking　poorly　as　we　came　out　together；　and　asked
  monsieur；　with　her　wondering　little　eyebrows　prettily　raised；　if
  there　were　anything　the　matter？　　Faintly　replying　in　the　negative；
  monsieur　crossed　the　road　to　a　wine…shop；　got　some　brandy；　and
  resolved　to　freshen　himself　with　a　dip　in　the　great　floating　bath
  on　the　river。
  The　bath　was　crowded　in　the　usual　airy　manner；　by　a　male　population
  in　striped　drawers　of　various　gay　colours；　who　walked　up　and　down
  arm　in　arm；　drank　coffee；　smoked　cigars；　sat　at　little　tables；
  conversed　politely　with　the　damsels　who　dispensed　the　towels；　and
  every　now　and　then　pitched　themselves　into　the　river　head　foremost；
  and　came　out　again　to　repeat　this　social　routine。　　I　made　haste　to
  participate　in　the　water　part　of　the　entertainments；　and　was　in　the
  full　enjoyment　of　a　delightful　bath；　when　all　in　a　moment　I　was
  seized　with　an　unreasonable　idea　that　the　large　dark　body　was
  floating　straight　at　me。
  I　was　out　of　the　river；　and　dressing　instantly。　　In　the　shock　I　had
  taken　some　water　into　my　mouth；　and　it　turned　me　sick；　for　I
  fancied　that　the　contamination　of　the　creature　was　in　it。　　I　had
  got　back　to　my　cool　darkened　room　in　the　hotel；　and　was　lying　on　a
  sofa　there；　before　I　began　to　reason　with　myself。
  Of　course；　I　knew　perfectly　well　that　the　large　dark　creature　was
  stone　dead；　and　that　I　should　no　more　come　upon　him　out　of　the
  place　where　I　had　seen　him　dead；　than　I　should　come　upon　the
  cathedral　of　Notre…Dame　in　an　entirely　new　situation。　　What
  troubled　me　was　the　picture　of　the　creature；　and　that　had　so
  curiously　and　strongly　painted　itself　upon　my　brain；　that　I　could
  not　get　rid　of　it　until　it　was　worn　out。
  I　noticed　the　peculiarities　of　this　possession；　while　it　was　a　real
  discomfort　to　me。　　That　very　day；　at　dinner；　some　morsel　on　my
  plate　looked　like　a　piece　of　him；　and　I　was　glad　to　get　up　and　go
  out。　　Later　in　the　evening；　I　was　walking　along　the　Rue　St。　Honore；
  when　I　saw　a　bill　at　a　public　room　there；　announcing　small…sword
  exercise；　broad…sword　exercise；　wrestling；　and　other　such　feats。　　I
  went　in；　and　some　of　the　sword…play　being　very　skilful；　remained。
  A　specimen　of　our　own　national　sport；　The　British　Boaxe；　was
  announced　to　be　given　at　the　close　of　the　evening。　　In　an　evil
  hour；　I　determined　to　wait　for　this　Boaxe；　as　became　a　Briton。　　It
  was　a　clumsy　specimen　（executed　by　two　English　grooms　out　of
  place）；　but　one　of　the　combatants；　receiving　a　straight　right…
  hander　with　the　glove　between　his　eyes；　did　exactly　what　the　large
  dark　creature　in　the　Morgue　had　seemed　going　to　do　…　and　finished
  me　for　that　night。
  There　was　rather　a　sickly　smell　（not　at　all　an　unusual　fragrance　in
  Paris）　in　the　little　ante…room　of　my　apartment　at　the　hotel。　　The
  large　dark　creature　in　the　Morgue　was　by　no　direct　experience
  associated　with　my　sense　of　smell；　because；　when　I　came　to　the
  knowledge　of　him；　he　lay　behind　a　wall　of　thick　plate…glass　as　good
  as　a　wall　of　steel　or　marble　for　that　matter。　　Yet　the　whiff　of　the
  room　never　failed　to　reproduce　him。　　What　was　more　curious；　was　the
  capriciousness　with　which　his　portrait　seemed　to　light　itself　up　in
  my　mind；　elsewhere。　　I　might　be　walking　in　the　Palais　Royal；　lazily
  enjoying　the　shop　windows；　and　might　be　regaling　myself　with　one　of
  the　ready…made　clothes　shops　that　are　set　out　there。　　My　eyes；
  wandering　over　impossible…waisted　dressing…gowns　and　luminous
  waistcoats；　would　fall　upon　the　master；　or　the　shopman；　or　even　the
  very　dummy　at　the　door；　and　would　suggest　to　me；　'Something　like
  him！'　…　and　instantly　I　was　sickened　again。
  This　would　happen　at　the　theatre；　in　the　same　manner。　　Often　it
  would　happen　in　the　street；　when　I　certainly　was　not　looking　for
  the　likeness；　and　when　probably　there　was　no　likeness　there。　　It
  was　not　because　the　creature　was　dead　that　I　was　so　haunted；
  because　I　know　that　I　might　have　been　（and　I　know　it　because　I　have
  been）　equally　attended　by　the　image　of　a　living　aversion。　　This
  lasted　about　a　week。　　The　picture　did　not　fade　by　degrees；　in　the
  sense　that　it　became　a　whit　less　forcible　and　distinct；　but　in　the
  sense　that　it　obtruded　itself　less　and　less　frequently。　　The
  experience　may　be　worth　considering　by　some　who　have　the　care　of
  children。　　It　would　be　difficult　to　overstate　the　intensity　and
  accuracy　of　an　intelligent　child's　observation。　　At　that
  impressible　time　of　life；　it　must　sometimes　produce　a　fixed
  impression。　　If　the　fixed　impression　be　of　an　object　terrible　to
  the　child；　it　will　be　（for　want　of　reasoning　upon）　inseparable　from
  great　fear。　　Force　the　child　at　such　a　time；　be　Spartan　with　it；
  send　it　into　the　dark　against　its　will；　leave　it　in　a　lonely
  bedroom　against　its　will；　and　you　had　better　murder　it。
  On　a　bright　morning　I　rattled　away　from　Paris；　in　the　German
  chariot；　and　left　the　large　dark　creature　behind　me　for　good。　　I
  ought　to　confess；　though；　that　I　had　been　drawn　back　to　the　Morgue；
  after　he　was　put　underground；　to　look　at　his　clothes；　and　that　I
  found　them　frightfully　like　him　…　particularly　his　boots。　　However；
  I　rattled　away　for　Switzerland；　looking　forward　and　not　backward；
  and　so　we　parted　company。
  Welcome　again；　the　long；　long　spell　of　France；　with　the　queer
  country　inns；　full　of　vases　of　flowers　and　clocks；　in　the　dull
  little　town；　and　with　the　little　population　not　at　all　dull　on　the
  little　Boulevard　in　the　evening；　under　the　little　trees！　　Welcome
  Monsieur　the　Cure；　walking　alone　in　the　early　morning　a　short　way
  out　of　the　town；　reading　that　eternal　Breviary　of　yours；　which
  surely　might　be　almost　read；　without　book；　by　this　time！　　Welcome
  Monsieur　the　Cure；　later　in　the　day；　jolting　through　the　highway
  dust　（as　if　you　had　already　ascended　to　the　cloudy　region）；　in　a
  very　big…headed　cabriolet；　with　the　dried　mud　of　a　dozen　winters　on
  it。　　Welcome　again　Monsieur　the　Cure；　as　we　exchange　salutations；
  you；　straightening　your　back　to　look　at　the　German　chariot；　while
  picking　in　your　little　village　garden　a　vegetable　or　two　for　the
  day's　soup：　　I；　looking　out　of　the　German　chariot　window　in　that
  delicious　traveller's　trance　which　knows　no　cares；　no　yesterdays；
  no　to…morrows；　nothing　but　the　passing　objects　and　the　passing
  scents　and　sounds！　　And　so　I　came；　in　due　course　of　delight；　to
  Strasbourg；　where　I　passed　a　wet　Sunday　evening　at　a　window；　while
  an　idle　trifle　of　a　vaudeville　was　played　for　me　at　the　opposite
  house。
  How　such　a　large　house　came　to　have　only　three　people　living　in　it；
  was　its　own　affair。　　There　were　at　least　a　score　of　windows　in　its
  high　roof　alone；　how　many　in　its　grotesque　front；　I　soon　gave　up
  counting。　　The　owner　was　a　shopkeeper；　by　name　Straudenheim；　by
  trade　…　I　couldn't　make　out　what　by　trade；　for　he　had　forborne　to
  write　that　up；　and　his　shop　was　shut。
  At　first；　as　I　looked　at　Straudenheim's；　through　the　steadily
  falling　rain；　I　set　him　up　in　business　in　the　goose…liver　line。
  But；　inspection　of　Straudenheim；　who　became　visible　at　a　window　on
  the　second　floor；　convinced　me　that　there　was　something　more
  precious　than　liver　in　the　case。　　He　wore　a　black　velvet　skull…cap；
  and　looked　usurious　and　rich。　　A　large…lipped；　pear…nosed　old　man；
  with　white　hair；　and　keen　eyes；　though　near…sighted。　　He　was
  writing　at　a　desk；　was　Straudenheim；　and　ever　and　again　left　off
  writing；　put　his　pen　in　his　mouth；　and　went　through　actions　with
  his　right　hand；　like　a　man　steadying　piles　of　cash。　　Five…franc
  pieces；　Straudenheim；　or　golden　Napoleons？　　A　jeweller；
  Straudenheim；　a　dealer　in　money；　a　diamond　merchant；　or　what？
  Below　Straudenheim；　at　a　w