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'
His
voice
leaped
up
extraordinarily
strong
,
as
though
away
there
in
the
dusk
he
had
been
inspired
by
some
whisper
of
knowledge
.
"
I
will
tell
you
!
For
that
too
there
is
only
one
way
.
"
'
With
a
hasty
swish-swish
of
his
slippers
he
loomed
up
in
the
ring
of
faint
light
,
and
suddenly
appeared
in
the
bright
circle
of
the
lamp
.
His
extended
hand
aimed
at
my
breast
like
a
pistol
;
his
deep-set
eyes
seemed
to
pierce
through
me
,
but
his
twitching
lips
uttered
no
word
,
and
the
austere
exaltation
of
a
certitude
seen
in
the
dusk
vanished
from
his
face
.
The
hand
that
had
been
pointing
at
my
breast
fell
,
and
by-and-by
,
coming
a
step
nearer
,
he
laid
it
gently
on
my
shoulder
.
There
were
things
,
he
said
mournfully
,
that
perhaps
could
never
be
told
,
only
he
had
lived
so
much
alone
that
sometimes
he
forgot
--
he
forgot
.
The
light
had
destroyed
the
assurance
which
had
inspired
him
in
the
distant
shadows
.
He
sat
down
and
,
with
both
elbows
on
the
desk
,
rubbed
his
forehead
.
"
And
yet
it
is
true
--
it
is
true
.
In
the
destructive
element
immerse
.
"
...
He
spoke
in
a
subdued
tone
,
without
looking
at
me
,
one
hand
on
each
side
of
his
face
.
"
That
was
the
way
.
To
follow
the
dream
,
and
again
to
follow
the
dream
--
and
so
--
ewig
--
usque
ad
finem
...
"
The
whisper
of
his
conviction
seemed
to
open
before
me
a
vast
and
uncertain
expanse
,
as
of
a
crepuscular
horizon
on
a
plain
at
dawn
--
or
was
it
,
perchance
,
at
the
coming
of
the
night
?
One
had
not
the
courage
to
decide
;
but
it
was
a
charming
and
deceptive
light
,
throwing
the
impalpable
poesy
of
its
dimness
over
pitfalls
--
over
graves
.
His
life
had
begun
in
sacrifice
,
in
enthusiasm
for
generous
ideas
;
he
had
travelled
very
far
,
on
various
ways
,
on
strange
paths
,
and
whatever
he
followed
it
had
been
without
faltering
,
and
therefore
without
shame
and
without
regret
.
In
so
far
he
was
right
.
That
was
the
way
,
no
doubt
.
Yet
for
all
that
,
the
great
plain
on
which
men
wander
amongst
graves
and
pitfalls
remained
very
desolate
under
the
impalpable
poesy
of
its
crepuscular
light
,
overshadowed
in
the
centre
,
circled
with
a
bright
edge
as
if
surrounded
by
an
abyss
full
of
flames
.
When
at
last
I
broke
the
silence
it
was
to
express
the
opinion
that
no
one
could
be
more
romantic
than
himself
.
'
He
shook
his
head
slowly
,
and
afterwards
looked
at
me
with
a
patient
and
inquiring
glance
.
It
was
a
shame
,
he
said
.
There
we
were
sitting
and
talking
like
two
boys
,
instead
of
putting
our
heads
together
to
find
something
practical
--
a
practical
remedy
--
for
the
evil
--
for
the
great
evil
--
he
repeated
,
with
a
humorous
and
indulgent
smile
.
For
all
that
,
our
talk
did
not
grow
more
practical
.
We
avoided
pronouncing
Jim
's
name
as
though
we
had
tried
to
keep
flesh
and
blood
out
of
our
discussion
,
or
he
were
nothing
but
an
erring
spirit
,
a
suffering
and
nameless
shade
.
"
Na
!
"
said
Stein
,
rising
.
"
To-night
you
sleep
here
,
and
in
the
morning
we
shall
do
something
practical
--
practical
...
"
He
lit
a
two-branched
candlestick
and
led
the
way
.
We
passed
through
empty
dark
rooms
,
escorted
by
gleams
from
the
lights
Stein
carried
.
They
glided
along
the
waxed
floors
,
sweeping
here
and
there
over
the
polished
surface
of
a
table
,
leaped
upon
a
fragmentary
curve
of
a
piece
of
furniture
,
or
flashed
perpendicularly
in
and
out
of
distant
mirrors
,
while
the
forms
of
two
men
and
the
flicker
of
two
flames
could
be
seen
for
a
moment
stealing
silently
across
the
depths
of
a
crystalline
void
.
He
walked
slowly
a
pace
in
advance
with
stooping
courtesy
;
there
was
a
profound
,
as
it
were
a
listening
,
quietude
on
his
face
;
the
long
flaxen
locks
mixed
with
white
threads
were
scattered
thinly
upon
his
slightly
bowed
neck
.
"'
He
is
romantic
--
romantic
,
"
he
repeated
.
"
And
that
is
very
bad
--
very
bad
...
Very
good
,
too
,
"
he
added
.
"
But
is
he
?
"
I
queried
.
"'
Gewiss
,
"
he
said
,
and
stood
still
holding
up
the
candelabrum
,
but
without
looking
at
me
.
"
Evident
!
What
is
it
that
by
inward
pain
makes
him
know
himself
?
What
is
it
that
for
you
and
me
makes
him
--
exist
?
"
'
At
that
moment
it
was
difficult
to
believe
in
Jim
's
existence
--
starting
from
a
country
parsonage
,
blurred
by
crowds
of
men
as
by
clouds
of
dust
,
silenced
by
the
clashing
claims
of
life
and
death
in
a
material
world
--
but
his
imperishable
reality
came
to
me
with
a
convincing
,
with
an
irresistible
force
!
I
saw
it
vividly
,
as
though
in
our
progress
through
the
lofty
silent
rooms
amongst
fleeting
gleams
of
light
and
the
sudden
revelations
of
human
figures
stealing
with
flickering
flames
within
unfathomable
and
pellucid
depths
,
we
had
approached
nearer
to
absolute
Truth
,
which
,
like
Beauty
itself
,
floats
elusive
,
obscure
,
half
submerged
,
in
the
silent
still
waters
of
mystery
.
"
Perhaps
he
is
,
"
I
admitted
with
a
slight
laugh
,
whose
unexpectedly
loud
reverberation
made
me
lower
my
voice
directly
;
"
but
I
am
sure
you
are
.
"
With
his
head
dropping
on
his
breast
and
the
light
held
high
he
began
to
walk
again
.
"
Well
--
I
exist
too
,
"
he
said
.
'
He
preceded
me
My
eyes
followed
his
movements
,
but
what
I
did
see
was
not
the
head
of
the
firm
,
the
welcome
guest
at
afternoon
receptions
,
the
correspondent
of
learned
societies
,
the
entertainer
of
stray
naturalists
;
I
saw
only
the
reality
of
his
destiny
,
which
he
had
known
how
to
follow
with
unfaltering
footsteps
,
that
life
begun
in
humble
surroundings
,
rich
in
generous
enthusiasms
,
in
friendship
,
love
,
war
--
in
all
the
exalted
elements
of
romance
.
At
the
door
of
my
room
he
faced
me
.
"
Yes
,
"
I
said
,
as
though
carrying
on
a
discussion
,
"
and
amongst
other
things
you
dreamed
foolishly
of
a
certain
butterfly
;
but
when
one
fine
morning
your
dream
came
in
your
way
you
did
not
let
the
splendid
opportunity
escape
.
Did
you
?
Whereas
he
.
.
.
"
Stein
lifted
his
hand
.
"
And
do
you
know
how
many
opportunities
I
let
escape
;
how
many
dreams
I
had
lost
that
had
come
in
my
way
?
"
He
shook
his
head
regretfully
.
"
It
seems
to
me
that
some
would
have
been
very
fine
--
if
I
had
made
them
come
true
.
Do
you
know
how
many
?
Perhaps
I
myself
do
n't
know
.
"
"
Whether
his
were
fine
or
not
,
"
I
said
,
"
he
knows
of
one
which
he
certainly
did
not
catch
.
"
"
Everybody
knows
of
one
or
two
like
that
,
"
said
Stein
;
"
and
that
is
the
trouble
--
the
great
trouble
...
"
