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After
a
while
the
scattered
fireworks
ceased
.
A
longer
interval
of
darkness
followed
,
and
then
the
whole
night
broke
into
flower
.
From
every
point
of
the
horizon
,
gold
and
silver
arches
sprang
up
and
crossed
each
other
,
sky
-
orchards
broke
into
blossom
,
shed
their
flaming
petals
and
hung
their
branches
with
golden
fruit
;
and
all
the
while
the
air
was
filled
with
a
soft
supernatural
hum
,
as
though
great
birds
were
building
their
nests
in
those
invisible
tree
-
tops
.
Now
and
then
there
came
a
lull
,
and
a
wave
of
moonlight
swept
the
Lake
.
In
a
flash
it
revealed
hundreds
of
boats
,
steel
-
dark
against
lustrous
ripples
;
then
it
withdrew
as
if
with
a
furling
of
vast
translucent
wings
.
Charity
’
s
heart
throbbed
with
delight
.
It
was
as
if
all
the
latent
beauty
of
things
had
been
unveiled
to
her
.
She
could
not
imagine
that
the
world
held
anything
more
wonderful
;
but
near
her
she
heard
someone
say
,
“
You
wait
till
you
see
the
set
piece
,
”
and
instantly
her
hopes
took
a
fresh
flight
.
At
last
,
just
as
it
was
beginning
to
seem
as
though
the
whole
arch
of
the
sky
were
one
great
lid
pressed
against
her
dazzled
eye
-
balls
,
and
striking
out
of
them
continuous
jets
of
jewelled
light
,
the
velvet
darkness
settled
down
again
,
and
a
murmur
of
expectation
ran
through
the
crowd
.
“
Now
—
now
!
”
the
same
voice
said
excitedly
;
and
Charity
,
grasping
the
hat
on
her
knee
,
crushed
it
tight
in
the
effort
to
restrain
her
rapture
.
For
a
moment
the
night
seemed
to
grow
more
impenetrably
black
;
then
a
great
picture
stood
out
against
it
like
a
constellation
.
It
was
surmounted
by
a
golden
scroll
bearing
the
inscription
,
“
Washington
crossing
the
Delaware
,
”
and
across
a
flood
of
motionless
golden
ripples
the
National
Hero
passed
,
erect
,
solemn
and
gigantic
,
standing
with
folded
arms
in
the
stern
of
a
slowly
moving
golden
boat
.
A
long
“
Oh
-
h
-
h
”
burst
from
the
spectators
:
the
stand
creaked
and
shook
with
their
blissful
trepidations
.
“
Oh
-
h
-
h
,
”
Charity
gasped
:
she
had
forgotten
where
she
was
,
had
at
last
forgotten
even
Harney
’
s
nearness
.
She
seemed
to
have
been
caught
up
into
the
stars
.
.
.
.
The
picture
vanished
and
darkness
came
down
.
In
the
obscurity
she
felt
her
head
clasped
by
two
hands
:
her
face
was
drawn
backward
,
and
Harney
’
s
lips
were
pressed
on
hers
.
With
sudden
vehemence
he
wound
his
arms
about
her
,
holding
her
head
against
his
breast
while
she
gave
him
back
his
kisses
.
An
unknown
Harney
had
revealed
himself
,
a
Harney
who
dominated
her
and
yet
over
whom
she
felt
herself
possessed
of
a
new
mysterious
power
.
But
the
crowd
was
beginning
to
move
,
and
he
had
to
release
her
.
“
Come
,
”
he
said
in
a
confused
voice
.
He
scrambled
over
the
side
of
the
stand
,
and
holding
up
his
arm
caught
her
as
she
sprang
to
the
ground
.
He
passed
his
arm
about
her
waist
,
steadying
her
against
the
descending
rush
of
people
;
and
she
clung
to
him
,
speechless
,
exultant
,
as
if
all
the
crowding
and
confusion
about
them
were
a
mere
vain
stirring
of
the
air
.
“
Come
,
”
he
repeated
,
“
we
must
try
to
make
the
trolley
.
”
He
drew
her
along
,
and
she
followed
,
still
in
her
dream
.
They
walked
as
if
they
were
one
,
so
isolated
in
ecstasy
that
the
people
jostling
them
on
every
side
seemed
impalpable
.
But
when
they
reached
the
terminus
the
illuminated
trolley
was
already
clanging
on
its
way
,
its
platforms
black
with
passengers
.
The
cars
waiting
behind
it
were
as
thickly
packed
;
and
the
throng
about
the
terminus
was
so
dense
that
it
seemed
hopeless
to
struggle
for
a
place
.
