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We
had
been
sitting
listening
for
quite
a
long
time
,
and
the
nightingale
had
just
ceased
and
left
the
darkness
an
exquisite
silence
which
fell
suddenly
but
softly
as
the
last
note
dropped
,
when
Mrs
.
MacNairn
began
to
talk
for
the
first
time
of
what
she
called
The
Fear
.
I
don
’
t
remember
just
how
she
began
,
and
for
a
few
minutes
I
did
not
quite
understand
what
she
meant
.
But
as
she
went
on
,
and
Mr
.
MacNairn
joined
in
the
talk
,
their
meaning
became
a
clear
thing
to
me
,
and
I
knew
that
they
were
only
talking
quite
simply
of
something
they
had
often
talked
of
before
.
They
were
not
as
afraid
of
The
Fear
as
most
people
are
,
because
they
had
thought
of
and
reasoned
about
it
so
much
,
and
always
calmly
and
with
clear
and
open
minds
.
By
The
Fear
they
meant
that
mysterious
horror
most
people
feel
at
the
thought
of
passing
out
of
the
world
they
know
into
the
one
they
don
’
t
know
at
all
.
How
quiet
,
how
still
it
was
inside
the
walls
of
the
old
garden
,
as
we
three
sat
under
the
boughs
and
talked
about
it
!
And
what
sweet
night
scents
of
leaves
and
sleeping
flowers
were
in
every
breath
we
drew
!
And
how
one
’
s
heart
moved
and
lifted
when
the
nightingale
broke
out
again
!
“
If
one
had
seen
or
heard
one
little
thing
,
if
one
’
s
mortal
being
could
catch
one
glimpse
of
light
in
the
dark
,
”
Mrs
.
MacNairn
’
s
low
voice
said
out
of
the
shadow
near
me
,
“
The
Fear
would
be
gone
forever
.
”
“
Perhaps
the
whole
mystery
is
as
simple
as
this
,
”
said
her
son
’
s
voice
“
as
simple
as
this
:
that
as
there
are
tones
of
music
too
fine
to
be
registered
by
the
human
ear
,
so
there
may
be
vibrations
of
light
not
to
be
seen
by
the
human
eye
;
form
and
color
as
well
as
sounds
;
just
beyond
earthly
perception
,
and
yet
as
real
as
ourselves
,
as
formed
as
ourselves
,
only
existing
in
that
other
dimension
.
”
There
was
an
intenseness
which
was
almost
a
note
of
anguish
in
Mrs
.
MacNairn
’
s
answer
,
even
though
her
voice
was
very
low
.
I
involuntarily
turned
my
head
to
look
at
her
,
though
of
course
it
was
too
dark
to
see
her
face
.
I
felt
somehow
as
if
her
hands
were
wrung
together
in
her
lap
.
“
Oh
!
”
she
said
,
“
if
one
only
had
some
shadow
of
a
proof
that
the
mystery
is
only
that
WE
cannot
see
,
that
WE
cannot
hear
,
though
they
are
really
quite
near
us
,
with
us
—
the
ones
who
seem
to
have
gone
away
and
whom
we
feel
we
cannot
live
without
.
If
once
we
could
be
sure
!
There
would
be
no
Fear
—
there
would
be
none
!
”
“
Dearest
”
—
he
often
called
her
“
Dearest
,
”
and
his
voice
had
a
wonderful
sound
in
the
darkness
;
it
was
caress
and
strength
,
and
it
seemed
to
speak
to
her
of
things
they
knew
which
I
did
not
—
“
we
have
vowed
to
each
other
that
we
WILL
believe
there
is
no
reason
for
The
Fear
.
It
was
a
vow
between
us
.
”
