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“
Mildred
Keith
is
fair
,
”
she
reflected
,
“
but
she
was
not
there
then
.
I
don
’
t
recall
seeing
a
girl
.
I
was
cutting
some
buds
for
Mrs
.
Anstruther
.
I
—
”
She
paused
again
and
turned
toward
her
son
,
who
was
standing
watching
us
.
I
saw
their
eyes
meet
in
a
rather
arrested
way
.
“
It
was
not
Mildred
Keith
,
”
he
said
.
“
Miss
Muircarrie
is
inquiring
because
this
girl
was
one
of
those
she
calls
the
White
People
.
She
was
not
any
one
I
had
seen
here
before
.
”
There
was
a
second
’
s
silence
before
Mrs
.
MacNairn
smilingly
gave
me
one
of
her
light
,
thrilling
touches
on
my
arm
.
“
Ah
!
I
remember
,
”
she
said
.
“
Hector
told
me
about
the
White
People
.
He
rather
fancied
I
might
be
one
.
”
I
am
afraid
I
rather
stared
at
her
as
I
slowly
shook
my
head
.
You
see
she
was
almost
one
,
but
not
quite
.
“
I
was
so
busy
with
my
roses
that
I
did
not
notice
who
was
standing
near
Mr
.
Le
Breton
,
”
she
said
.
“
Perhaps
it
was
Anabel
Mere
.
She
is
a
more
transparent
sort
of
girl
than
Mildred
,
and
she
is
more
blond
.
And
you
don
’
t
know
her
,
Hector
?
I
dare
say
it
was
she
.
”
I
remained
in
London
several
weeks
.
I
stayed
because
the
MacNairns
were
so
good
to
me
.
I
could
not
have
told
any
one
how
I
loved
Mrs
.
MacNairn
,
and
how
different
everything
seemed
when
I
was
with
her
.
I
was
never
shy
when
we
were
together
.
There
seemed
to
be
no
such
thing
as
shyness
in
the
world
.
I
was
not
shy
with
Mr
.
MacNairn
,
either
.
After
I
had
sat
under
the
big
apple
-
tree
boughs
in
the
walled
garden
a
few
times
I
realized
that
I
had
begun
to
belong
to
somebody
.
Those
two
marvelous
people
cared
for
me
in
that
way
—
in
a
way
that
made
me
feel
as
if
I
were
a
real
girl
,
not
merely
a
queer
little
awkward
ghost
in
a
far
-
away
castle
which
nobody
wanted
to
visit
because
it
was
so
dull
and
desolate
and
far
from
London
.
They
were
so
clever
,
and
knew
all
the
interesting
things
in
the
world
,
but
their
cleverness
and
experience
never
bewildered
or
overwhelmed
me
.
“
You
were
born
a
wonderful
little
creature
,
and
Angus
Macayre
has
filled
your
mind
with
strange
,
rich
furnishings
and
marvelous
color
and
form
,
”
Mrs
.
MacNairn
actually
said
to
me
one
day
when
we
were
sitting
together
and
she
was
holding
my
hand
and
softly
,
slowly
patting
it
.
She
had
a
way
of
doing
that
,
and
she
had
also
a
way
of
keeping
me
very
near
her
whenever
she
could
.
She
said
once
that
she
liked
to
touch
me
now
and
then
to
make
sure
that
I
was
quite
real
and
would
not
melt
away
.
I
did
not
know
then
why
she
said
it
,
but
I
understood
afterward
.
Sometimes
we
sat
under
the
apple
-
tree
until
the
long
twilight
deepened
into
shadow
,
which
closed
round
us
,
and
a
nightingale
that
lived
in
the
garden
began
to
sing
.
We
all
three
loved
the
nightingale
,
and
felt
as
though
it
knew
that
we
were
listening
to
it
.
It
is
a
wonderful
thing
to
sit
quite
still
listening
to
a
bird
singing
in
the
dark
,
and
to
dare
to
feel
that
while
it
sings
it
knows
how
your
soul
adores
it
.
It
is
like
a
kind
of
worship
.
