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He
was
not
a
man
who
had
the
air
of
making
confidences
or
talking
about
himself
,
but
before
we
parted
I
seemed
to
know
him
and
his
surroundings
as
if
he
had
described
them
.
A
mere
phrase
of
his
would
make
a
picture
.
Such
a
few
words
made
his
mother
quite
clear
to
me
.
They
loved
each
other
in
an
exquisite
,
intimate
way
.
She
was
a
beautiful
person
.
Artists
had
always
painted
her
.
He
and
she
were
completely
happy
when
they
were
together
.
They
lived
in
a
house
in
the
country
,
and
I
could
not
at
all
tell
how
I
discovered
that
it
was
an
old
house
with
beautiful
chimneys
and
a
very
big
garden
with
curious
high
walls
with
corner
towers
round
it
.
He
only
spoke
of
it
briefly
,
but
I
saw
it
as
a
picture
;
and
always
afterward
,
when
I
thought
of
his
mother
,
I
thought
of
her
as
sitting
under
a
great
and
ancient
apple
-
tree
with
the
long
,
late
-
afternoon
shadows
stretching
on
the
thick
,
green
grass
.
I
suppose
I
saw
that
just
because
he
said
:
“
Will
you
come
to
tea
under
the
big
apple
-
tree
some
afternoon
when
the
late
shadows
are
like
velvet
on
the
grass
?
That
is
perhaps
the
loveliest
time
.
”
When
we
rose
to
go
and
join
the
rest
of
the
party
,
he
stood
a
moment
and
glanced
round
the
room
at
our
fellow
-
guests
.
“
Are
there
any
of
your
White
People
here
to
-
night
?
”
he
said
,
smiling
.
“
I
shall
begin
to
look
for
them
everywhere
.
”
I
glanced
over
the
faces
carelessly
.
“
There
are
none
here
to
-
night
,
”
I
answered
,
and
then
I
flushed
because
he
had
smiled
.
“
It
was
only
a
childish
name
I
gave
them
,
”
I
hesitated
.
“
I
forgot
you
wouldn
’
t
understand
.
I
dare
say
it
sounds
silly
.
”
He
looked
at
me
so
quickly
“
No
!
no
!
no
!
”
he
exclaimed
.
“
You
mustn
’
t
think
that
!
Certainly
not
silly
.
”
I
do
not
think
he
knew
that
he
put
out
his
hand
and
gently
touched
my
arm
,
as
one
might
touch
a
child
to
make
it
feel
one
wanted
it
to
listen
.
“
You
don
’
t
know
,
”
he
said
in
his
low
,
slow
voice
,
“
how
glad
I
am
that
you
have
talked
to
me
.
Sir
Ian
said
you
were
not
fond
of
talking
to
people
,
and
I
wanted
to
know
you
.
”
“
You
care
about
places
like
Muircarrie
.
That
is
why
,
”
I
answered
,
feeling
at
once
how
much
he
understood
.
“
I
care
for
Muircarrie
more
than
for
all
the
rest
of
the
world
.
And
I
suppose
you
saw
it
in
my
face
.
I
dare
say
that
the
people
who
love
that
kind
of
life
cannot
help
seeing
it
there
.
”
