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When
I
was
going
to
leave
the
library
and
go
up
-
stairs
to
dress
for
dinner
he
said
a
strange
thing
to
me
,
and
he
said
it
slowly
and
in
a
heavy
voice
.
“
There
is
a
thing
Jean
and
I
have
often
talked
of
telling
you
,
”
he
said
.
“
We
have
not
known
what
it
was
best
to
do
.
Times
we
have
been
troubled
because
we
could
not
make
up
our
minds
.
This
Mr
.
Hector
MacNairn
is
no
common
man
.
He
is
one
who
is
great
and
wise
enough
to
decide
things
plain
people
could
not
be
sure
of
.
Jean
and
I
are
glad
indeed
that
he
and
his
mother
are
coming
.
Jean
can
talk
to
her
and
I
can
talk
to
him
,
being
a
man
body
.
They
will
tell
us
whether
we
have
been
right
or
wrong
and
what
we
must
do
.
”
“
They
are
wise
enough
to
tell
you
anything
,
”
I
answered
“
It
sounds
as
if
you
and
Jean
had
known
some
big
secret
all
my
life
.
But
I
am
not
frightened
.
You
two
would
go
to
your
graves
hiding
it
if
it
would
hurt
me
.
”
“
Eh
,
bairn
!
”
he
said
,
suddenly
,
in
a
queer
,
moved
way
.
“
Eh
,
bairn
!
”
And
he
took
hold
of
both
my
hands
and
kissed
them
,
pressing
them
quite
long
and
emotionally
to
his
lips
.
But
he
said
nothing
else
,
and
when
he
dropped
them
I
went
out
of
the
room
.
It
was
wonderful
when
Mr
.
MacNairn
and
his
mother
came
.
It
was
even
more
beautiful
than
I
had
thought
it
would
be
.
They
arrived
late
in
the
afternoon
,
and
when
I
took
them
out
upon
the
terrace
the
sun
was
reddening
the
moor
,
and
even
the
rough
,
gray
towers
of
the
castle
were
stained
rose
-
color
.
There
was
that
lovely
evening
sound
of
birds
twittering
before
they
went
to
sleep
in
the
ivy
.
The
glimpses
of
gardens
below
seemed
like
glimpses
of
rich
tapestries
set
with
jewels
.
And
there
was
such
stillness
!
When
we
drew
our
three
chairs
in
a
little
group
together
and
looked
out
on
it
all
,
I
felt
as
if
we
were
almost
in
heaven
.
“
Yes
!
yes
!
”
Hector
said
,
looking
slowly
—
round
;
“
it
is
all
here
.
”
“
Yes
,
”
his
mother
added
,
in
her
lovely
,
lovely
voice
.
“
It
is
what
made
you
Ysobel
.
”
It
was
so
angelic
of
them
to
feel
it
all
in
that
deep
,
quiet
way
,
and
to
think
that
it
was
part
of
me
and
I
a
part
of
it
.
The
climbing
moon
was
trembling
with
beauty
.
Tender
evening
airs
quivered
in
the
heather
and
fern
,
and
the
late
birds
called
like
spirits
.
Ever
since
the
night
when
Mrs
.
MacNairn
had
held
me
in
her
arms
under
the
apple
-
tree
while
the
nightingale
sang
I
had
felt
toward
her
son
as
if
he
were
an
archangel
walking
on
the
earth
.
Perhaps
my
thoughts
were
exaggerated
,
but
it
seemed
so
marvelous
that
he
should
be
moving
among
us
,
doing
his
work
,
seeing
and
talking
to
his
friends
,
and
yet
that
he
should
know
that
at
any
moment
the
great
change
might
come
and
he
might
awaken
somewhere
else
,
in
quite
another
place
.
