The Listener | 
He sat a long time, listening, looking up at the carved face which seemed to be true flesh, both pallid and flushed, crowned with agony, listening, yet silently speaking in sonorous accents like the sound of remembered thunder...He himself listened, catching his breath sharply at intervals, nodding, turning his face eagerly, nodding, clasping his hands vehemently together. Listening.
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