rocks, and then like a
bubble that is blown and detaches itself
the moon floated off clear into the unfathomable dark sky....
And then Karenin stood up. He walked a few paces along the
terrace and remained for a time gazing up at that great silver
disc, that
silveryshield that must needs be man's first conquest
in outer space....
Presently he turned about and stood with his hands folded behind
him, looking at the
northward stars. . . .
At length he went to his own cell. He lay down there and slept
peacefully till the morning. And early in the morning they came
to him and the anaesthetic was given him and the operation
performed.
It was
altogether successful, but Karenin was weak and he had to
lie very still; and about seven days later a blood clot detached
itself from the healing scar and travelled to his heart, and he
died in an
instant in the night.
End