ItwasdarknightwhenIlefthisdeathbedandwentbacktomyowninndownthestragglingstreetofLuzon。
Thatreturntomyinnsticksinmymemoryalsoasathingapart，asanexperienceapart。Withinwasasubduedbustleofwomen，aflittingoflights，andthedoingofpettyofficestothatqueer，exhaustedthingthathadoncebeenmyactiveandurgentlittleuncle。Formethoseofficeswereirksomeandimpertinent。I
slammedthedoor，andwentoutintothewarm，foggydrizzleofthevillagestreetlitbyblurredspecksoflightingreatvoidsofdarkness，andneverasoulabroad。Thatwarmveiloffogproducedaneffectofvastseclusion。Theveryhousesbytheroadsidepeeredthroughitasiffromanotherworld。Thestillnessofthenightwasmarkedbyanoccasionalremotebayingofdogs；allthesepeoplekeptdogsbecauseofthenearneighbourhoodofthefrontier。
Death！
Itwasoneofthoserareseasonsofrelief，whenforalittletimeonewalksalittleoutsideofandbesidelife。IfeltasI