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Or would she turn coldly away like all the hollow world ? This picture brought such an agony of pleasurable suffering that he worked it over and over again in his mind and set it up in new and varied lights , till he wore it threadbare . At last he rose up sighing and departed in the darkness . About half-past nine or ten o'clock he came along the deserted street to where the Adored Unknown lived ; he paused a moment ; no sound fell upon his listening ear ; a candle was casting a dull glow upon the curtain of a second-story window . Was the sacred presence there ? He climbed the fence , threaded his stealthy way through the plants , till he stood under that window ; he looked up at it long , and with emotion ; then he laid him down on the ground under it , disposing himself upon his back , with his hands clasped upon his breast and holding his poor wilted flower . And thus he would die -- out in the cold world , with no shelter over his homeless head , no friendly hand to wipe the death-damps from his brow , no loving face to bend pityingly over him when the great agony came .