Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))
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‘Who’s in the next room? – who? I seemed to see Somebody in the dawning passing through, Unknown to me.’ ‘Nay: you saw nought. He passed invisibly.’ ‘Who’s in the next room? – who? I seem to hear Somebody muttering firm in a language new That chills the ear.’ ‘No: you catch not his tongue who has entered there.’ ‘Who’s in the next room? – who? I seem to feel His breath like a clammy draught, as if it drew From the Polar Wheel.’ ‘No: none who breathes at all does the door conceal.’ ‘Who’s in the next room? – who? A figure wan With a message to one in there of something due? Shall I know him anon?’ ‘Yea he; and he brought such; and you’ll know him anon.’
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