Unformatted text preview: the ball into his forehead. My plan had been "short-range," that is, to knock him about, and voild! he was totally and finally dead forever! No one could have been more surprised than I was. Not even him, wherever he went, for I did see his soul rise, befuddled and staring through a vague human form as it disintegrated. The whole family went into chaos. The cousins fled to their cot- tages, the city cousins to their town houses in New Orleans; indeed the plantation shut down in mourning for Augustin, and the priest came, and the funeral preparations commenced. I sat in my room weeping. I imagined that I would be punished for my crime, but very soon, I realized that nothing of the sort was going to happen! No one was going to touch me. Everyone was frightened. Even Augustin's wife and children were frightened. They had come to tell me they knew it was "an accident" and did not want to risk my disfa- vor. My mother watched this with astonished eyes, barely interested at all, and said, "Now you can run things as you like." And the spirit came, nudging me playfully, delighted it could knock the...
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This note was uploaded on 02/20/2010 for the course WRITING 220.200 taught by Professor Julie during the Spring '10 term at Johns Hopkins.
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