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`` I have been asleep , '' he said to himself , `` but I am awake now . Life is all about me ; I must not be blind to it again ! '' As Von Barwig turned the corner of Houston Street and the Bowery , he glanced at the clock in the watchmaker 's on the corner . It was eleven o'clock . He did not go to the Museum that night . `` Are you quite sure there is no letter for me , Joles ? '' Hélène asked anxiously , as she came in late that night .