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And
it
seemed
that
the
higher
the
moon
the
nearer
and
louder
and
clearer
the
voice
that
was
singing
.
And
Douglas
turned
in
his
fever
and
sighed
.
Perhaps
it
was
an
hour
before
the
moon
spilled
all
its
light
upon
the
world
,
perhaps
less
.
But
the
voice
was
nearer
now
and
a
sound
like
the
beating
of
a
heart
which
was
really
the
motion
of
a
horse
’
s
hoofs
on
the
brick
streets
muffled
by
the
hot
thick
foliage
of
the
trees
.
And
there
was
another
sound
like
a
door
slowly
opening
or
closing
,
squeaking
,
squealing
softly
from
time
to
time
.
The
sound
of
a
wagon
.
And
down
the
street
in
the
light
of
the
risen
moon
came
the
horse
pulling
the
wagon
and
the
wagon
riding
the
lean
body
of
Mr
.
Jonas
easy
and
casual
on
the
high
seat
.
He
wore
his
hat
as
if
he
were
still
out
under
the
summer
sun
and
he
moved
his
hands
on
occasion
to
ripple
the
reins
like
a
flow
of
water
on
the
air
above
the
horse
’
s
back
.
Very
slowly
the
wagon
moved
down
the
street
with
Mr
.
Jonas
singing
,
and
in
his
sleep
Douglas
seemed
for
a
moment
to
stop
breathing
and
listen
.
"
Air
,
air
.
.
.
who
will
buy
this
air
.
.
.
Air
like
water
and
air
like
ice
.
.
.
buy
it
once
and
you
’
ll
buy
it
twice
.
.
.
here
’
s
the
April
air
.
.
.
here
’
s
an
autumn
breeze
.
.
.
here
’
s
papaya
wind
from
the
Antilles
.
.
.
Air
,
air
,
sweet
pickled
air
.
.
.
fair
.
.
.
rare
.
.
.
from
everywhere
.
.
.
bottled
and
capped
and
scented
with
thyme
,
all
that
you
want
of
air
for
a
dime
!
"
At
the
end
of
this
the
wagon
was
at
the
curb
.
And
someone
stood
in
the
yard
,
treading
his
shadow
,
carrying
two
beetle
-
green
bottles
which
glittered
like
cats
’
eyes
.
Mr
.
Jonas
looked
at
the
cot
there
and
called
the
boy
’
s
name
once
,
twice
,
three
times
,
softly
.
Mr
.
Jonas
swayed
in
indecision
,
looked
at
the
bottles
he
carried
,
made
his
decision
,
and
moved
forward
stealthily
to
sit
on
the
grass
and
look
at
this
boy
crushed
down
by
the
great
weight
of
summer
.
"
Doug
,
"
he
said
,
"
you
just
lie
quiet
.
You
don
’
t
have
to
say
anything
or
open
your
eyes
.
You
don
’
t
even
have
to
pretend
to
listen
.
But
inside
there
,
I
know
you
hear
me
,
and
it
’
s
old
Jonas
,
your
friend
.
Your
friend
,
"
he
repeated
and
nodded
.
He
reached
up
and
picked
an
apple
off
the
tree
,
turned
it
round
,
took
a
bite
,
chewed
,
and
continued
.
