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<Author>Joyce, James</Author>
<Title>Dubliners</Title>
<Edition>Grant Richards, ed. first edition. London: Grant Richards Ltd., 1914</Edition>
<Date>1904-1907</Date>
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<loc><locdoc>JoySISTERS</locdoc><div0 type=story id=SISTERS><div0.title>THE SISTERS</div0.title>
<p>There was no hope for him this time: it was the third
stroke. Night after night I had passed the house (it was vacation
time) and studied the lighted square of window: and night
after night I had found it lighted in the same way, faintly and
evenly. If he was dead, I thought, I would see the reflection of
candles on the darkened blind for I knew that two candles
must be set at the head of a corpse. He had often said to me:
<i>Iamnotlongforthisworld</i>, and I had thought his words idle.
Now I knew they were true. Every night as I gazed up at the
window I said softly to myself the word <i>paralysis</i>. It had always
sounded strangely in my ears, like the word <i>gnomon</i> in
the Euclid . . .
