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"
'
...
Who
was
not
his
friend
who
had
heard
him
speak
once
?
'
she
was
saying
.
'
He
drew
men
towards
him
by
what
was
best
in
them
.
'
She
looked
at
me
with
intensity
.
'
It
is
the
gift
of
the
great
,
'
she
went
on
,
and
the
sound
of
her
low
voice
seemed
to
have
the
accompaniment
of
all
the
other
sounds
,
full
of
mystery
,
desolation
,
and
sorrow
,
I
had
ever
heard
--
the
ripple
of
the
river
,
the
soughing
of
the
trees
swayed
by
the
wind
,
the
murmurs
of
the
crowds
,
the
faint
ring
of
incomprehensible
words
cried
from
afar
,
the
whisper
of
a
voice
speaking
from
beyond
the
threshold
of
an
eternal
darkness
.
'
But
you
have
heard
him
!
You
know
!
'
she
cried
.
"
'
Yes
,
I
know
,
'
I
said
with
something
like
despair
in
my
heart
,
but
bowing
my
head
before
the
faith
that
was
in
her
,
before
that
great
and
saving
illusion
that
shone
with
an
unearthly
glow
in
the
darkness
,
in
the
triumphant
darkness
from
which
I
could
not
have
defended
her
--
from
which
I
could
not
even
defend
myself
.
"
'
What
a
loss
to
me
--
to
us
!
'
--
she
corrected
herself
with
beautiful
generosity
;
then
added
in
a
murmur
,
'
To
the
world
.
'
By
the
last
gleams
of
twilight
I
could
see
the
glitter
of
her
eyes
,
full
of
tears
--
of
tears
that
would
not
fall
.
"
'
I
have
been
very
happy
--
very
fortunate
--
very
proud
,
'
she
went
on
.
'
Too
fortunate
.
Too
happy
for
a
little
while
.
And
now
I
am
unhappy
for
--
for
life
.
'
"
She
stood
up
;
her
fair
hair
seemed
to
catch
all
the
remaining
light
in
a
glimmer
of
gold
.
I
rose
,
too
.
"
'
And
of
all
this
,
'
she
went
on
mournfully
,
'
of
all
his
promise
,
and
of
all
his
greatness
,
of
his
generous
mind
,
of
his
noble
heart
,
nothing
remains
--
nothing
but
a
memory
.
You
and
I
--
'
"
'
We
shall
always
remember
him
,
'
I
said
hastily
.
"
'
No
!
'
she
cried
.
'
It
is
impossible
that
all
this
should
be
lost
--
that
such
a
life
should
be
sacrificed
to
leave
nothing
--
but
sorrow
.
You
know
what
vast
plans
he
had
.
I
knew
of
them
,
too
--
I
could
not
perhaps
understand
--
but
others
knew
of
them
.
Something
must
remain
.
His
words
,
at
least
,
have
not
died
.
'
"
'
His
words
will
remain
,
'
I
said
.
"
'
And
his
example
,
'
she
whispered
to
herself
.
'
Men
looked
up
to
him
--
his
goodness
shone
in
every
act
.
His
example
--
'
