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The
other
smiled
with
absolute
certainty
.
“
It
was
not
that
I
found
the
Answer
sooner
,
easier
.
I
could
not
be
mistaken
.
No
,
that
which
has
troubled
the
darkness
,
that
which
has
entered
into
the
empty
night
—
is
coming
nearer
to
me
—
physically
nearer
,
actually
nearer
.
”
His
voice
sank
again
.
His
face
like
the
face
of
younger
prophets
,
the
seers
,
took
on
a
half
-
inspired
expression
.
He
looked
vaguely
before
him
with
unseeing
eyes
.
“
Suppose
,
”
he
murmured
,
“
suppose
I
stand
there
under
the
pear
trees
at
night
and
call
her
again
and
again
,
and
each
time
the
Answer
comes
nearer
and
nearer
and
I
wait
until
at
last
one
night
,
the
supreme
night
of
all
,
she
—
she
—
—
”
Suddenly
the
tension
broke
.
With
a
sharp
cry
and
a
violent
uncertain
gesture
of
the
hand
Vanamee
came
to
himself
.
“
Oh
,
”
he
exclaimed
,
“
what
is
it
?
Do
I
dare
?
What
does
it
mean
?
There
are
times
when
it
appals
me
and
there
are
times
when
it
thrills
me
with
a
sweetness
and
a
happiness
that
I
have
not
known
since
she
died
.
The
vagueness
of
it
!
How
can
I
explain
it
to
you
,
this
that
happens
when
I
call
to
her
across
the
night
—
that
faint
,
far
-
off
,
unseen
tremble
in
the
darkness
,
that
intangible
,
scarcely
perceptible
stir
.
Something
neither
heard
nor
seen
,
appealing
to
a
sixth
sense
only
.
Listen
,
it
is
something
like
this
:
On
Quien
Sabe
,
all
last
week
,
we
have
been
seeding
the
earth
.
The
grain
is
there
now
under
the
earth
buried
in
the
dark
,
in
the
black
stillness
,
under
the
clods
.
Can
you
imagine
the
first
—
the
very
first
little
quiver
of
life
that
the
grain
of
wheat
must
feel
after
it
is
sown
,
when
it
answers
to
the
call
of
the
sun
,
down
there
in
the
dark
of
the
earth
,
blind
,
deaf
;
the
very
first
stir
from
the
inert
,
long
,
long
before
any
physical
change
has
occurred
,
—
long
before
the
microscope
could
discover
the
slightest
change
,
—
when
the
shell
first
tightens
with
the
first
faint
premonition
of
life
?
Well
,
it
is
something
as
illusive
as
that
.
”
He
paused
again
,
dreaming
,
lost
in
a
reverie
,
then
,
just
above
a
whisper
,
murmured
:
“
’
That
which
thou
sowest
is
not
quickened
except
it
die
,
’
.
.
.
and
she
,
Angele
.
.
.
died
.
”
“
You
could
not
have
been
mistaken
?
”
said
Presley
.
“
You
were
sure
that
there
was
something
?
Imagination
can
do
so
much
and
the
influence
of
the
surroundings
was
strong
.
How
impossible
it
would
be
that
anything
SHOULD
happen
.
And
you
say
you
heard
nothing
,
saw
nothing
.
”
