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She
sat
down
upon
the
sofa
.
“
Yes
,
”
Presley
answered
,
drawing
a
chair
near
to
her
,
“
yes
,
I
felt
I
could
not
stay
—
down
here
any
longer
.
I
am
going
to
take
a
long
ocean
voyage
.
My
ship
sails
in
a
few
days
.
But
you
,
Mrs
.
Annixter
,
what
are
you
going
to
do
?
Is
there
any
way
I
can
serve
you
?
”
“
No
,
”
she
answered
,
“
nothing
.
Papa
is
doing
well
.
We
are
living
here
now
.
”
“
You
are
well
?
”
She
made
a
little
helpless
gesture
with
both
her
hands
,
smiling
very
sadly
.
“
As
you
see
,
”
she
answered
.
As
he
talked
,
Presley
was
looking
at
her
intently
.
Her
dignity
was
a
new
element
in
her
character
and
the
certain
slender
effect
of
her
figure
,
emphasised
now
by
the
long
folds
of
the
black
gown
she
wore
,
carried
it
almost
superbly
.
She
conveyed
something
of
the
impression
of
a
queen
in
exile
.
But
she
had
lost
none
of
her
womanliness
;
rather
,
the
contrary
.
Adversity
had
softened
her
,
as
well
as
deepened
her
.
Presley
saw
that
very
clearly
.
Hilma
had
arrived
now
at
her
perfect
maturity
;
she
had
known
great
love
and
she
had
known
great
grief
,
and
the
woman
that
had
awakened
in
her
with
her
affection
for
Annixter
had
been
strengthened
and
infinitely
ennobled
by
his
death
.
What
if
things
had
been
different
?
Thus
,
as
he
conversed
with
her
,
Presley
found
himself
wondering
.
Her
sweetness
,
her
beautiful
gentleness
,
and
tenderness
were
almost
like
palpable
presences
.
It
was
almost
as
if
a
caress
had
been
laid
softly
upon
his
cheek
,
as
if
a
gentle
hand
closed
upon
his
.
Here
,
he
knew
,
was
sympathy
;
here
,
he
knew
,
was
an
infinite
capacity
for
love
.
Then
suddenly
all
the
tired
heart
of
him
went
out
towards
her
.
A
longing
to
give
the
best
that
was
in
him
to
the
memory
of
her
,
to
be
strong
and
noble
because
of
her
,
to
reshape
his
purposeless
,
half
-
wasted
life
with
her
nobility
and
purity
and
gentleness
for
his
inspiration
leaped
all
at
once
within
him
,
leaped
and
stood
firm
,
hardening
to
a
resolve
stronger
than
any
he
had
ever
known
.
For
an
instant
he
told
himself
that
the
suddenness
of
this
new
emotion
must
be
evidence
of
its
insincerity
.
He
was
perfectly
well
aware
that
his
impulses
were
abrupt
and
of
short
duration
.
But
he
knew
that
this
was
not
sudden
.
Without
realising
it
,
he
had
been
from
the
first
drawn
to
Hilma
,
and
all
through
these
last
terrible
days
,
since
the
time
he
had
seen
her
at
Los
Muertos
,
just
after
the
battle
at
the
ditch
,
she
had
obtruded
continually
upon
his
thoughts
.
The
sight
of
her
to
-
day
,
more
beautiful
than
ever
,
quiet
,
strong
,
reserved
,
had
only
brought
matters
to
a
culmination
.
