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The
moor
wore
its
most
mysterious
look
when
I
got
up
in
the
early
morning
.
It
had
hidden
itself
in
its
softest
snows
of
white
,
swathing
mist
.
Only
here
and
there
dark
fir
-
trees
showed
themselves
above
it
,
and
now
and
then
the
whiteness
thinned
or
broke
and
drifted
.
It
was
as
I
had
wanted
him
to
see
it
—
just
as
I
had
wanted
to
walk
through
it
with
him
.
We
had
met
in
the
hall
as
we
had
planned
,
and
,
wrapped
in
our
plaids
because
the
early
morning
air
was
cold
,
we
tramped
away
together
.
No
one
but
myself
could
ever
realize
what
it
was
like
.
I
had
never
known
that
there
could
be
such
a
feeling
of
companionship
in
the
world
.
It
would
not
have
been
necessary
for
us
to
talk
at
all
if
we
had
felt
silent
.
We
should
have
been
saying
things
to
each
other
without
words
.
But
we
did
talk
as
we
walked
—
in
quiet
voices
which
seemed
made
quieter
by
the
mist
,
and
of
quiet
things
which
such
voices
seemed
to
belong
to
.
We
crossed
the
park
to
a
stile
in
a
hedge
where
a
path
led
at
once
on
to
the
moor
.
Part
of
the
park
itself
had
once
been
moorland
,
and
was
dark
with
slender
firs
and
thick
grown
with
heather
and
broom
.
On
the
moor
the
mist
grew
thicker
,
and
if
I
had
not
so
well
known
the
path
we
might
have
lost
ourselves
in
it
.
Also
I
knew
by
heart
certain
little
streams
that
rushed
and
made
guiding
sounds
which
were
sometimes
loud
whispers
and
sometimes
singing
babbles
.
The
damp
,
sweet
scent
of
fern
and
heather
was
in
our
nostrils
;
as
we
climbed
we
breathed
its
freshness
.
“
There
is
a
sort
of
unearthly
loveliness
in
it
all
,
”
Hector
MacNairn
said
to
me
.
His
voice
was
rather
like
his
mother
’
s
.
It
always
seemed
to
say
so
much
more
than
his
words
.
“
We
might
be
ghosts
,
”
I
answered
.
“
We
might
be
some
of
those
the
mist
hides
because
they
like
to
be
hidden
.
”
“
You
would
not
be
afraid
if
you
met
one
of
them
?
”
he
said
.
“
No
.
I
think
I
am
sure
of
that
.
I
should
feel
that
it
was
only
like
myself
,
and
,
if
I
could
hear
,
might
tell
me
things
I
want
to
know
.
”
“
What
do
you
want
to
know
?
”
he
asked
me
,
very
low
.
“
You
!
”
“
Only
what
everybody
wants
to
know
—
that
it
is
really
AWAKENING
free
,
ready
for
wonderful
new
things
,
finding
oneself
in
the
midst
of
wonders
.
I
don
’
t
mean
angels
with
harps
and
crowns
,
but
beauty
such
as
we
see
now
;
only
seeing
it
without
burdens
of
fears
before
and
behind
us
.
And
knowing
there
is
no
reason
to
be
afraid
.
We
have
all
been
so
afraid
.
We
don
’
t
know
how
afraid
we
have
been
—
of
everything
.
”
