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They
are
in
my
ears
still
,
his
supreme
surrender
of
the
name
and
his
tribute
to
my
devotion
.
"
What
does
he
matter
now
,
my
own
?
--
what
will
he
ever
matter
?
I
have
you
,
"
I
launched
at
the
beast
,
"
but
he
has
lost
you
forever
!
"
Then
,
for
the
demonstration
of
my
work
,
"
There
,
there
!
"
I
said
to
Miles
.
But
he
had
already
jerked
straight
round
,
stared
,
glared
again
,
and
seen
but
the
quiet
day
.
With
the
stroke
of
the
loss
I
was
so
proud
of
he
uttered
the
cry
of
a
creature
hurled
over
an
abyss
,
and
the
grasp
with
which
I
recovered
him
might
have
been
that
of
catching
him
in
his
fall
.
I
caught
him
,
yes
,
I
held
him
--
it
may
be
imagined
with
what
a
passion
;
but
at
the
end
of
a
minute
I
began
to
feel
what
it
truly
was
that
I
held
.
We
were
alone
with
the
quiet
day
,
and
his
little
heart
,
dispossessed
,
had
stopped
.