Thiswouldhappenatthetheatre，inthesamemanner。Oftenitwouldhappeninthestreet，whenIcertainlywasnotlookingforthelikeness，andwhenprobablytherewasnolikenessthere。ItwasnotbecausethecreaturewasdeadthatIwassohaunted，becauseIknowthatImighthavebeenandIknowitbecauseIhavebeenequallyattendedbytheimageofalivingaversion。Thislastedaboutaweek。Thepicturedidnotfadebydegrees，inthesensethatitbecameawhitlessforcibleanddistinct，butinthesensethatitobtrudeditselflessandlessfrequently。Theexperiencemaybeworthconsideringbysomewhohavethecareofchildren。Itwouldbedifficulttooverstatetheintensityandaccuracyofanintelligentchild’sobservation。Atthatimpressibletimeoflife，itmustsometimesproduceafixedimpression。Ifthefixedimpressionbeofanobjectterribletothechild，itwillbeforwantofreasoninguponinseparablefromgreatfear。Forcethechildatsuchatime，beSpartanwithit，senditintothedarkagainstitswill，leaveitinalonelybedroomagainstitswill，andyouhadbettermurderit。
OnabrightmorningIrattledawayfromParis，intheGermanchariot，andleftthelargedarkcreaturebehindmeforgood。I
oughttoconfess，though，thatIhadbeendrawnbacktotheMorgue，afterhewasputunderground，tolookathisclothes，andthatI
foundthemfrightfullylikehim-particularlyhisboots。However，IrattledawayforSwitzerland，lookingforwardandnotbackward，andsowepartedcompany。
Welcomeagain，thelong，longspellofFrance，withthequeercountryinns，fullofvasesofflowersandclocks，inthedulllittletown，andwiththelittlepopulationnotatalldullonthelittleBoulevardintheevening，underthelittletrees！WelcomeMonsieurtheCure，walkingaloneintheearlymorningashortwayoutofthetown，readingthateternalBreviaryofyours，whichsurelymightbealmostread，withoutbook，bythistime！WelcomeMonsieurtheCure，laterintheday，joltingthroughthehighwaydustasifyouhadalreadyascendedtothecloudyregion，inaverybig-headedcabriolet，withthedriedmudofadozenwintersonit。WelcomeagainMonsieurtheCure，asweexchangesalutations；