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If
he
had
been
like
other
men
and
I
had
been
like
other
girls
,
I
suppose
that
after
that
night
when
I
heard
the
truth
I
should
have
been
plunged
into
the
darkest
woe
and
have
almost
sobbed
myself
to
death
.
Why
did
I
not
?
I
do
not
know
except
—
except
that
I
felt
that
no
darkness
could
come
between
us
because
no
darkness
could
touch
him
.
He
could
never
be
anything
but
alive
alive
.
If
I
could
not
see
him
it
would
only
be
because
my
eyes
were
not
clear
and
strong
enough
.
I
seemed
to
be
waiting
for
something
.
I
wanted
to
keep
near
him
.
I
was
full
of
this
feeling
as
we
sat
together
on
the
terrace
and
watched
the
moon
.
I
could
scarcely
look
away
from
him
.
He
was
rather
pale
that
evening
,
but
there
seemed
to
be
a
light
behind
his
pallor
,
and
his
eyes
seemed
to
see
so
much
more
than
the
purple
and
yellow
of
the
heather
and
gorse
as
they
rested
on
them
.
After
I
had
watched
him
silently
for
a
little
while
I
leaned
forward
and
pointed
to
a
part
of
the
moor
where
there
was
an
unbroken
blaze
of
gorse
in
full
bloom
like
a
big
patch
of
gold
.
“
That
is
where
I
was
sitting
when
Wee
Brown
Elspeth
was
first
brought
to
me
,
”
I
said
.
He
sat
upright
and
looked
.
“
Is
it
?
”
he
answered
.
“
Will
you
take
me
there
to
-
morrow
?
I
have
always
wanted
to
see
the
place
.
”
“
Would
you
like
to
go
early
in
the
morning
?
The
mist
is
more
likely
to
be
there
then
,
as
it
was
that
day
.
It
is
so
mysterious
and
beautiful
.
Would
you
like
to
do
that
?
”
I
asked
him
.
“
Better
than
anything
else
!
”
he
said
.
“
Yes
,
let
us
go
in
the
morning
.
”
“
Wee
Brown
Elspeth
seems
very
near
me
this
evening
,
”
I
said
.
“
I
feel
as
if
—
”
I
broke
off
and
began
again
.
“
I
have
a
puzzled
feeling
about
her
.
This
afternoon
I
found
some
manuscript
pushed
behind
a
book
on
a
high
shelf
in
the
library
.
Angus
said
he
had
hidden
it
there
because
it
was
a
savage
story
he
did
not
wish
me
to
read
.
It
was
the
history
of
the
feud
between
Ian
Red
Hand
and
Dark
Malcolm
of
the
Glen
.
Dark
Malcolm
’
s
child
was
called
Wee
Brown
Elspeth
hundreds
of
years
ago
—
five
hundred
,
I
think
.
It
makes
me
feel
so
bewildered
when
I
remember
the
one
I
played
with
.
”
“
It
was
a
bloody
story
,
”
he
said
.
“
I
heard
it
only
a
few
days
before
we
met
at
Sir
Ian
’
s
house
in
London
.
”
