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I
could
scarcely
hear
my
own
voice
when
I
echoed
the
words
.
“
He
cannot
—
stay
?
”
“
Oh
!
the
time
will
come
,
”
she
said
,
“
when
people
who
love
each
other
will
not
be
separated
,
when
on
this
very
earth
there
will
be
no
pain
,
no
grief
,
no
age
,
no
death
—
when
all
the
world
has
learned
the
Law
at
last
.
But
we
have
not
learned
it
yet
.
And
here
we
stand
!
The
greatest
specialists
have
told
us
.
There
is
some
fatal
flaw
in
his
heart
.
At
any
moment
,
when
he
is
talking
to
us
,
when
he
is
at
his
work
,
when
he
is
asleep
,
he
may
—
cease
.
It
will
just
be
ceasing
.
At
any
moment
.
He
cannot
stay
.
”
My
own
heart
stood
still
for
a
second
Then
there
rose
before
me
slowly
,
but
clearly
,
a
vision
—
the
vision
which
was
not
a
dream
.
“
Out
on
the
hillside
,
”
I
murmured
.
“
Out
on
the
hillside
.
”
I
clung
to
her
with
both
arms
and
held
her
tight
.
I
understood
now
why
they
had
talked
about
The
Fear
.
These
two
who
were
almost
one
soul
were
trying
to
believe
that
they
were
not
really
to
be
torn
apart
—
not
really
.
They
were
trying
to
heap
up
for
themselves
proof
that
they
might
still
be
near
each
other
.
And
,
above
all
,
his
effort
was
to
save
her
from
the
worst
,
worst
woe
.
And
I
understood
,
too
,
why
something
wiser
and
stronger
than
myself
had
led
me
to
tell
the
dream
which
was
not
a
dream
at
all
.
But
it
was
as
she
said
;
the
world
had
not
learned
the
Secret
yet
.
And
there
we
stood
.
We
did
not
cry
or
talk
,
but
we
clung
to
each
other
—
we
CLUNG
.
That
is
all
human
creatures
can
do
until
the
Secret
is
known
.
And
as
we
clung
the
nightingale
broke
out
again
.
“
O
nightingale
!
O
nightingale
!
”
she
said
in
her
low
wonder
of
a
voice
.
“
WHAT
are
you
trying
to
tell
us
!
”
What
I
feel
sure
I
know
by
this
time
is
that
all
the
things
we
think
happen
by
chance
and
accident
are
only
part
of
the
weaving
of
the
scheme
of
life
.
When
you
begin
to
suspect
this
and
to
watch
closely
you
also
begin
to
see
how
trifles
connect
themselves
with
one
another
,
and
seem
in
the
end
to
have
led
to
a
reason
and
a
meaning
,
though
we
may
not
be
clever
enough
to
see
it
clearly
.
Nothing
is
an
accident
.
We
make
everything
happen
ourselves
:
the
wrong
things
because
we
do
not
know
or
care
whether
we
are
wrong
or
right
,
the
right
ones
because
we
unconsciously
or
consciously
choose
the
right
even
in
the
midst
of
our
ignorance
.
