Synopses & Reviews
Synopsis
There was no hope for him this time: it was the third stroke. Nightafter night I had passed the house (it was vacation time) and studiedthe lighted square of window: and night after night I had found itlighted in the same way, faintly and evenly. If he was dead, I thought, I would see the reflection of candles on the darkened blind for I knewthat two candles must be set at the head of a corpse. He had often saidto me