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I
went
to
the
stone
balustrade
very
quietly
and
leaned
against
it
as
I
turned
to
look
at
him
and
speak
.
Then
I
stood
quite
still
and
looked
long
—
for
some
reason
not
startled
,
not
anguished
,
not
even
feeling
that
he
had
gone
.
He
was
more
beautiful
than
any
human
creature
I
had
ever
seen
before
.
But
It
had
happened
as
they
said
it
would
.
He
had
not
ceased
—
but
something
else
had
.
Something
had
ceased
.
It
was
the
next
evening
before
I
came
out
on
the
terrace
again
.
The
day
had
been
more
exquisite
and
the
sunset
more
wonderful
than
before
.
Mrs
.
MacNairn
was
sitting
by
her
son
’
s
side
in
the
bedroom
whose
windows
looked
over
the
moor
.
I
am
not
going
to
say
one
word
of
what
had
come
between
the
two
sunsets
.
Mrs
.
MacNairn
and
I
had
clung
—
and
clung
.
We
had
promised
never
to
part
from
each
other
.
I
did
not
quite
know
why
I
went
out
on
the
terrace
;
perhaps
it
was
because
I
had
always
loved
to
sit
or
stand
there
.
This
evening
I
stood
and
leaned
upon
the
balustrade
,
looking
out
far
,
far
,
far
over
the
moor
.
I
stood
and
gazed
and
gazed
.
I
was
thinking
about
the
Secret
and
the
Hillside
.
I
was
very
quiet
—
as
quiet
as
the
twilight
’
s
self
.
And
there
came
back
to
me
the
memory
of
what
Hector
had
said
as
we
stood
on
the
golden
patch
of
gorse
when
the
mist
had
for
a
moment
or
so
blown
aside
,
what
he
had
said
of
man
’
s
awakening
,
and
,
remembering
all
the
ages
of
—
childish
,
useless
dread
,
how
he
would
stand
—
I
did
not
turn
suddenly
,
but
slowly
.
I
was
not
startled
in
the
faintest
degree
.
He
stood
there
close
to
me
as
he
had
so
often
stood
.
And
he
stood
—
and
smiled
.
I
have
seen
him
many
times
since
.
I
shall
see
him
many
times
again
And
when
I
see
him
he
always
stands
—
and
smiles
.