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[Niggemann <ra...@ze...>]

In his pocket there was an address from which artificial eyes might be
purchased. They would have fitted him out with eyes, in the provinces,
except that such were better obtainable in Paris. Antoine looked down
upon this wreck of his son that lay before him, and the wreck, not
appreciating that he was a surgical triumph, kept sobbing, kept weeping
out of his sightless eyes, kept jerking his four stumps in supplication,
kept begging in agony: "Kill me, Papa!" However, Antoine couldn't do
this, for he was civilized. AT THE TELEPHONE As he hadn't died