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There
was
a
long
pause
.
Presley
,
his
mind
full
of
new
thoughts
,
held
his
peace
,
and
Vanamee
added
at
length
:
“
I
believed
Angele
dead
.
I
wept
over
her
grave
;
mourned
for
her
as
dead
in
corruption
.
She
has
come
back
to
me
,
more
beautiful
than
ever
.
Do
not
ask
me
any
further
.
To
put
this
story
,
this
idyl
,
into
words
,
would
,
for
me
,
be
a
profanation
.
This
must
suffice
you
.
Angele
has
returned
to
me
,
and
I
am
happy
.
Adios
.
”
He
rose
suddenly
.
The
friends
clasped
each
other
’
s
hands
.
“
We
shall
probably
never
meet
again
,
”
said
Vanamee
;
“
but
if
these
are
the
last
words
I
ever
speak
to
you
,
listen
to
them
,
and
remember
them
,
because
I
know
I
speak
the
truth
.
Evil
is
short
-
lived
.
Never
judge
of
the
whole
round
of
life
by
the
mere
segment
you
can
see
.
The
whole
is
,
in
the
end
,
perfect
.
”
Abruptly
he
took
himself
away
.
He
was
gone
.
Presley
,
alone
,
thoughtful
,
his
hands
clasped
behind
him
,
passed
on
through
the
ranches
—
here
teeming
with
ripened
wheat
—
his
face
set
from
them
forever
.
Not
so
Vanamee
.
For
hours
he
roamed
the
countryside
,
now
through
the
deserted
cluster
of
buildings
that
had
once
been
Annixter
’
s
home
;
now
through
the
rustling
and
,
as
yet
,
uncut
wheat
of
Quien
Sabe
!
now
treading
the
slopes
of
the
hills
far
to
the
north
,
and
again
following
the
winding
courses
of
the
streams
.
Thus
he
spent
the
night
.
At
length
,
the
day
broke
,
resplendent
,
cloudless
.
The
night
was
passed
.
There
was
all
the
sparkle
and
effervescence
of
joy
in
the
crystal
sunlight
as
the
dawn
expanded
roseate
,
and
at
length
flamed
dazzling
to
the
zenith
when
the
sun
moved
over
the
edge
of
the
world
and
looked
down
upon
all
the
earth
like
the
eye
of
God
the
Father
.
At
the
moment
,
Vanamee
stood
breast
-
deep
in
the
wheat
in
a
solitary
corner
of
the
Quien
Sabe
rancho
.
He
turned
eastward
,
facing
the
celestial
glory
of
the
day
and
sent
his
voiceless
call
far
from
him
across
the
golden
grain
out
towards
the
little
valley
of
flowers
.
Swiftly
the
answer
came
.
It
advanced
to
meet
him
.
The
flowers
of
the
Seed
ranch
were
gone
,
dried
and
parched
by
the
summer
’
s
sun
,
shedding
their
seed
by
handfuls
to
be
sown
again
and
blossom
yet
another
time
.
The
Seed
ranch
was
no
longer
royal
with
colour
.
