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To
his
fancy
,
she
came
to
him
again
.
He
put
himself
back
many
years
.
He
remembered
the
warm
nights
of
July
and
August
,
profoundly
still
,
the
sky
encrusted
with
stars
,
the
little
Mission
garden
exhaling
the
mingled
perfumes
that
all
through
the
scorching
day
had
been
distilled
under
the
steady
blaze
of
a
summer
’
s
sun
.
He
saw
himself
as
another
person
,
arriving
at
this
,
their
rendezvous
.
All
day
long
she
had
been
in
his
mind
.
All
day
long
he
had
looked
forward
to
this
quiet
hour
that
belonged
to
her
.
It
was
dark
.
He
could
see
nothing
,
but
,
by
and
by
,
he
heard
a
step
,
a
gentle
rustle
of
the
grass
on
the
slope
of
the
hill
pressed
under
an
advancing
foot
.
Then
he
saw
the
faint
gleam
of
pallid
gold
of
her
hair
,
a
barely
visible
glow
in
the
starlight
,
and
heard
the
murmur
of
her
breath
in
the
lapse
of
the
over
-
passing
breeze
.
And
then
,
in
the
midst
of
the
gentle
perfumes
of
the
garden
,
the
perfumes
of
the
magnolia
flowers
,
of
the
mignonette
borders
,
of
the
crumbling
walls
,
there
expanded
a
new
odour
,
or
the
faint
mingling
of
many
odours
,
the
smell
of
the
roses
that
lingered
in
her
hair
,
of
the
lilies
that
exhaled
from
her
neck
,
of
the
heliotrope
that
disengaged
itself
from
her
hands
and
arms
,
and
of
the
hyacinths
with
which
her
little
feet
were
redolent
,
And
then
,
suddenly
,
it
was
herself
—
her
eyes
,
heavy
-
lidded
,
violet
blue
,
full
of
the
love
of
him
;
her
sweet
full
lips
speaking
his
name
;
her
hands
clasping
his
hands
,
his
shoulders
,
his
neck
—
her
whole
dear
body
giving
itself
into
his
embrace
;
her
lips
against
his
;
her
hands
holding
his
head
,
drawing
his
face
down
to
hers
.
Vanamee
,
as
he
remembered
all
this
,
flung
out
an
arm
with
a
cry
of
pain
,
his
eyes
searching
the
gloom
,
all
his
mind
in
strenuous
mutiny
against
the
triumph
of
Death
.
His
glance
shot
swiftly
out
across
the
night
,
unconsciously
following
the
direction
from
which
Angele
used
to
come
to
him
.
“
Come
to
me
now
,
”
he
exclaimed
under
his
breath
,
tense
and
rigid
with
the
vast
futile
effort
of
his
will
.
“
Come
to
me
now
,
now
.
Don
’
t
you
hear
me
,
Angele
?
You
must
,
you
must
come
.
”
Suddenly
Vanamee
returned
to
himself
with
the
abruptness
of
a
blow
.
His
eyes
opened
.
He
half
raised
himself
from
the
ground
.
Swiftly
his
scattered
wits
readjusted
themselves
.
Never
more
sane
,
never
more
himself
,
he
rose
to
his
feet
and
stood
looking
off
into
the
night
across
the
Seed
ranch
.
“
What
was
it
?
”
he
murmured
,
bewildered
.
He
looked
around
him
from
side
to
side
,
as
if
to
get
in
touch
with
reality
once
more
.
He
looked
at
his
hands
,
at
the
rough
bark
of
the
pear
tree
next
which
he
stood
,
at
the
streaked
and
rain
-
eroded
walls
of
the
Mission
and
garden
.
The
exaltation
of
his
mind
calmed
itself
;
the
unnatural
strain
under
which
he
laboured
slackened
.
He
became
thoroughly
master
of
himself
again
,
matter
-
of
-
fact
,
practical
,
keen
.
But
just
so
sure
as
his
hands
were
his
own
,
just
so
sure
as
the
bark
of
the
pear
tree
was
rough
,
the
mouldering
adobe
of
the
Mission
walls
damp
—
just
so
sure
had
Something
occurred
.
It
was
vague
,
intangible
,
appealing
only
to
some
strange
,
nameless
sixth
sense
,
but
none
the
less
perceptible
.
His
mind
,
his
imagination
,
sent
out
from
him
across
the
night
,
across
the
little
valley
below
him
,
speeding
hither
and
thither
through
the
dark
,
lost
,
confused
,
had
suddenly
paused
,
hovering
,
had
found
Something
.
It
had
not
returned
to
him
empty
-
handed
.
It
had
come
back
,
but
now
there
was
a
change
—
mysterious
,
illusive
.
There
were
no
words
for
this
that
had
transpired
.
But
for
the
moment
,
one
thing
only
was
certain
.
The
night
was
no
longer
voiceless
,
the
dark
was
no
longer
empty
.
Far
off
there
,
beyond
the
reach
of
vision
,
unlocalised
,
strange
,
a
ripple
had
formed
on
the
still
black
pool
of
the
night
,
had
formed
,
flashed
one
instant
to
the
stars
,
then
swiftly
faded
again
.
The
night
shut
down
once
more
.
There
was
no
sound
—
nothing
stirred
.
For
the
moment
,
Vanamee
stood
transfixed
,
struck
rigid
in
his
place
,
stupefied
,
his
eyes
staring
,
breathless
with
utter
amazement
Then
,
step
by
step
,
he
shrank
back
into
the
deeper
shadow
,
treading
with
the
infinite
precaution
of
a
prowling
leopard
.
A
qualm
of
something
very
much
like
fear
seized
upon
him
.
But
immediately
on
the
heels
of
this
first
impression
came
the
doubt
of
his
own
senses
.
Whatever
had
happened
had
been
so
ephemeral
,
so
faint
,
so
intangible
,
that
now
he
wondered
if
he
had
not
deceived
himself
,
after
all
.
But
the
reaction
followed
.
Surely
,
there
had
been
Something
.
And
from
that
moment
began
for
him
the
most
poignant
uncertainty
of
mind
.
Gradually
he
drew
back
into
the
garden
,
holding
his
breath
,
listening
to
every
faintest
sound
,
walking
upon
tiptoe
.
He
reached
the
fountain
,
and
wetting
his
hands
,
passed
them
across
his
forehead
and
eyes
.
Once
more
he
stood
listening
.
The
silence
was
profound
.
