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"My dear fellow," he cried, wringing Holmes' unresponsive hand, "congratulate me!
It seemed a limbo of painless patient consciousness through which souls of mathematicians might wander, projecting long slender fabrics from plane to plane of ever rarer and paler twilight, radiating swift eddies to the last verges of a universe ever vaster, farther and more impalpable.
You have seen the horror of his tortures, have heard the screams of his slaves, and by another night you would have been carried before him to be judged.
Twice he stopped, and once I saw him smile, and heard him utter an exclamation of satisfaction.
