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“
The
spirit
moved
them
.
”
A
meaning
of
the
phrase
forced
itself
upon
the
attention
;
and
an
emotional
listener
’
s
fetichistic
mood
might
have
ended
in
one
of
more
advanced
quality
.
It
was
not
,
after
all
,
that
the
left
-
hand
expanse
of
old
blooms
spoke
,
or
the
right
-
hand
,
or
those
of
the
slope
in
front
;
but
it
was
the
single
person
of
something
else
speaking
through
each
at
once
.
Suddenly
,
on
the
barrow
,
there
mingled
with
all
this
wild
rhetoric
of
night
a
sound
which
modulated
so
naturally
into
the
rest
that
its
beginning
and
ending
were
hardly
to
be
distinguished
.
The
bluffs
,
and
the
bushes
,
and
the
heather
-
bells
had
broken
silence
;
at
last
,
so
did
the
woman
;
and
her
articulation
was
but
as
another
phrase
of
the
same
discourse
as
theirs
.
Thrown
out
on
the
winds
it
became
twined
in
with
them
,
and
with
them
it
flew
away
.
What
she
uttered
was
a
lengthened
sighing
,
apparently
at
something
in
her
mind
which
had
led
to
her
presence
here
.
There
was
a
spasmodic
abandonment
about
it
as
if
,
in
allowing
herself
to
utter
the
sound
the
woman
’
s
brain
had
authorized
what
it
could
not
regulate
.
One
point
was
evident
in
this
;
that
she
had
been
existing
in
a
suppressed
state
,
and
not
in
one
of
languor
,
or
stagnation
.
Far
away
down
the
valley
the
faint
shine
from
the
window
of
the
inn
still
lasted
on
;
and
a
few
additional
moments
proved
that
the
window
,
or
what
was
within
it
,
had
more
to
do
with
the
woman
’
s
sigh
than
had
either
her
own
actions
or
the
scene
immediately
around
.
She
lifted
her
left
hand
,
which
held
a
closed
telescope
.
This
she
rapidly
extended
,
as
if
she
were
well
accustomed
to
the
operation
,
and
raising
it
to
her
eye
directed
it
towards
the
light
beaming
from
the
inn
.
The
handkerchief
which
had
hooded
her
head
was
now
a
little
thrown
back
,
her
face
being
somewhat
elevated
.
A
profile
was
visible
against
the
dull
monochrome
of
cloud
around
her
;
and
it
was
as
though
side
shadows
from
the
features
of
Sappho
and
Mrs
.
Siddons
had
converged
upwards
from
the
tomb
to
form
an
image
like
neither
but
suggesting
both
.
This
,
however
,
was
mere
superficiality
.
In
respect
of
character
a
face
may
make
certain
admissions
by
its
outline
;
but
it
fully
confesses
only
in
its
changes
.
So
much
is
this
the
case
that
what
is
called
the
play
of
the
features
often
helps
more
in
understanding
a
man
or
woman
than
the
earnest
labours
of
all
the
other
members
together
.
Thus
the
night
revealed
little
of
her
whose
form
it
was
embracing
,
for
the
mobile
parts
of
her
countenance
could
not
be
seen
.
At
last
she
gave
up
her
spying
attitude
,
closed
the
telescope
,
and
turned
to
the
decaying
embers
.
From
these
no
appreciable
beams
now
radiated
,
except
when
a
more
than
usually
smart
gust
brushed
over
their
faces
and
raised
a
fitful
glow
which
came
and
went
like
the
blush
of
a
girl
.
She
stooped
over
the
silent
circle
,
and
selecting
from
the
brands
a
piece
of
stick
which
bore
the
largest
live
coal
at
its
end
,
brought
it
to
where
she
had
been
standing
before
.
She
held
the
brand
to
the
ground
,
blowing
the
red
coal
with
her
mouth
at
the
same
time
;
till
it
faintly
illuminated
the
sod
,
and
revealed
a
small
object
,
which
turned
out
to
be
an
hourglass
,
though
she
wore
a
watch
.
She
blew
long
enough
to
show
that
the
sand
had
all
slipped
through
.
“
Ah
!
”
she
said
,
as
if
surprised
.
