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THE ROUSING OF MR. BRADEGAR

light," he reflected, "I'd only have the unpleasant feeling that whatever it is that's nibbling at me had been looking right at me the moment before I pressed the switch:" That thought was so unpleasantly convincing that Mr. Bradegar, who had been vainly peering over the sheet's fold into the dark, involuntarily shut his eyes-only for a moment, he felt sure. But the clock had another opinion. Mr. Bradegar was all ears as, having started striking, as if worked up to a kind of angry protest, the clock went on making its points like a lawyer pressing a conviction: "One, Two, Three, Four." "What?" thought Mr. Bradegar. "Five, Six:" Six! And there was no doubt that the clock's tone was as harshly startling as the information it imparted.
Mr. Bradegar's attention flooded from ears to eyes. He opened them, found the sheet was over them, pushed it aside with an impatiently anxious finger-and, in a flash, realized what had happened. His whole body signaled it. Every sense, with a sort of cannonading broadside, thundered the fact. He blinked his eyes-yes, the room was light, but he could see only faintly, blurredly. He moved his legs, yes, with difficulty. He knew at once: he was not the sort of fool that fools himself. He knew how to diagnose that curious sense of constriction, that feeling as though one were walking along the foot of the bed, that imaginary sensation. Of course, it was the typical projection phenomenon, the massive sensation-pattern similar to the acute nerve response which the legamputation patient feels when he says his toes are being pinched.
Mr. Bradegar again stretched a little, to be quite sure. Yes, there wasn't a shadow of doubt-that illusion of being re

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