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I
stopped
and
covered
my
face
with
my
hands
,
and
tears
wet
my
fingers
.
“
Oh
,
I
cannot
make
it
real
!
I
was
only
there
such
a
short
,
short
time
.
Even
if
you
had
been
with
me
I
could
not
have
found
words
for
it
,
even
then
.
It
was
such
a
short
time
.
I
only
stood
and
lifted
my
face
and
felt
the
joy
of
it
,
the
pure
marvel
of
joy
.
I
only
heard
myself
murmuring
over
and
over
again
:
‘
Oh
,
how
beautiful
!
how
beautiful
!
Oh
,
how
BEAUTIFUL
!
’
“
And
then
a
marvel
of
new
joy
swept
through
me
.
I
said
,
very
softly
and
very
slowly
,
as
if
my
voice
were
trailing
away
into
silence
:
‘
Oh
—
h
!
I
—
can
—
lie
—
down
—
here
—
on
—
the
grass
—
and
—
sleep
.
.
.
all
—
through
—
the
night
—
under
—
this
—
moonlight
.
.
.
.
I
can
sleep
—
sleep
—
’
“
I
began
to
sink
softly
down
,
with
the
heavenliest
feeling
of
relaxation
and
repose
,
as
if
there
existed
only
the
soul
of
beautiful
rest
.
I
sank
so
softly
—
and
just
as
my
cheek
almost
touched
the
grass
the
dream
was
over
!
”
“
Oh
!
”
cried
Mrs
.
MacNairn
.
“
Did
you
awaken
?
”
“
No
.
I
came
back
.
In
my
sleep
I
suddenly
found
myself
creeping
into
my
bed
again
as
if
I
had
been
away
somewhere
.
I
was
wondering
why
I
was
there
,
how
I
had
left
the
hillside
,
when
I
had
left
it
.
That
part
WAS
a
dream
—
but
the
other
was
not
.
I
was
allowed
to
go
somewhere
—
outside
—
and
come
back
.
”
I
caught
at
her
hand
in
the
dark
.
“
The
words
are
all
wrong
,
”
I
said
.
“
It
is
because
we
have
no
words
to
describe
that
.
But
have
I
made
you
feel
it
at
all
?
Oh
!
Mrs
.
MacNairn
,
have
I
been
able
to
make
you
know
that
it
was
not
a
dream
?
”
She
lifted
my
hand
and
pressed
it
passionately
against
her
cheek
,
and
her
cheek
,
too
,
was
wet
—
wet
.
