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impetuous
haste
and
in
silence,
until
from
the
threshold
of
his
house
he
bade
them
"good-by,
my
young
friends!"
that
farewell
struck
a
chill
of
dread
into
the
two
painters.
porbus,
in
anxiety,
went
again
on
the
morrow
to
see
frenhofer,
and
learned
that
he
had
died
in
the
night