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But
now
,
as
Presley
took
more
careful
note
of
him
,
he
was
surprised
to
observe
a
certain
new
look
in
Vanamee
’
s
deep
-
set
eyes
.
He
remembered
now
that
all
through
the
morning
Vanamee
had
been
singularly
reserved
.
He
was
continually
drifting
into
reveries
,
abstracted
,
distrait
.
Indubitably
,
something
of
moment
had
happened
.
At
length
Vanamee
spoke
.
Leaning
back
in
his
chair
,
his
thumbs
in
his
belt
,
his
bearded
chin
upon
his
breast
,
his
voice
was
the
even
monotone
of
one
speaking
in
his
sleep
.
He
told
Presley
in
a
few
words
what
had
happened
during
the
first
night
he
had
spent
in
the
garden
of
the
old
Mission
,
of
the
Answer
,
half
-
fancied
,
half
-
real
,
that
had
come
to
him
.
“
To
no
other
person
but
you
would
I
speak
of
this
,
”
he
said
,
“
but
you
,
I
think
,
will
understand
—
will
be
sympathetic
,
at
least
,
and
I
feel
the
need
of
unburdening
myself
of
it
to
some
one
.
At
first
I
would
not
trust
my
own
senses
.
I
was
sure
I
had
deceived
myself
,
but
on
a
second
night
it
happened
again
.
Then
I
was
afraid
—
or
no
,
not
afraid
,
but
disturbed
—
oh
,
shaken
to
my
very
heart
’
s
core
.
I
resolved
to
go
no
further
in
the
matter
,
never
again
to
put
it
to
test
.
For
a
long
time
I
stayed
away
from
the
Mission
,
occupying
myself
with
my
work
,
keeping
it
out
of
my
mind
.
But
the
temptation
was
too
strong
.
One
night
I
found
myself
there
again
,
under
the
black
shadow
of
the
pear
trees
calling
for
Angele
,
summoning
her
from
out
the
dark
,
from
out
the
night
.
This
time
the
Answer
was
prompt
,
unmistakable
.
I
cannot
explain
to
you
what
it
was
,
nor
how
it
came
to
me
,
for
there
was
no
sound
.
I
saw
absolutely
nothing
but
the
empty
night
.
There
was
no
moon
.
But
somewhere
off
there
over
the
little
valley
,
far
off
,
the
darkness
was
troubled
;
that
ME
that
went
out
upon
my
thought
—
out
from
the
Mission
garden
,
out
over
the
valley
,
calling
for
her
,
searching
for
her
,
found
,
I
don
’
t
know
what
,
but
found
a
resting
place
—
a
companion
.
Three
times
since
then
I
have
gone
to
the
Mission
garden
at
night
.
Last
night
was
the
third
time
.
”
He
paused
,
his
eyes
shining
with
excitement
.
Presley
leaned
forward
toward
him
,
motionless
with
intense
absorption
.
“
Well
—
and
last
night
,
”
he
prompted
.
Vanamee
stirred
in
his
seat
,
his
glance
fell
,
he
drummed
an
instant
upon
the
table
.
“
Last
night
,
”
he
answered
,
“
there
was
—
there
was
a
change
.
The
Answer
was
—
”
he
drew
a
deep
breath
—
“
nearer
.
”
“
You
are
sure
?
”
