And the tall guttering candle by the bedside, and the flicker from the fire struggling out through the fuel but newly heaped on it, threw their reflection on the ceiling just over my head in a reek of quivering blackness, like an angry cloud.
Suddenly I felt my arm grasped; with his left hand (the right side was already lifeless) the dying man drew me towards him nearer and nearer, till his lips almost touched my ear, and, in a voice now firm, now splitting into gasp and hiss, thus he said, "I have summoned you to gaze on your own work! You have stricken down my life at the moment when it was most needed by my children, and most serviceable to mankind.

Had I lived a few years longer, my children would have entered on manhood, safe from the temptations of want and undejected by the charity of strangers.

Thanks to you, they will be penniless orphans.
Fellow-creatures afflicted by maladies your pharmacopoeia had failed to reach came to me for relief, and they found it.

'The effect of imagination,' you say.

What matters, if I directed the imagination to cure?
Now you have mocked the unhappy ones out of their last chance of life.