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“
Years
ago
.
”
Thus
they
passed
the
minutes
,
each
well
knowing
that
this
was
only
waste
of
breath
,
the
one
essential
being
simply
to
wait
.
At
length
there
was
a
slight
noise
in
the
lane
,
and
the
old
pony
-
chaise
appeared
indeed
outside
the
railings
.
They
saw
alight
therefrom
a
form
which
they
affected
to
recognize
,
but
would
actually
have
passed
by
in
the
street
without
identifying
had
he
not
got
out
of
their
carriage
at
the
particular
moment
when
a
particular
person
was
due
.
Mrs
Clare
rushed
through
the
dark
passage
to
the
door
,
and
her
husband
came
more
slowly
after
her
.
The
new
arrival
,
who
was
just
about
to
enter
,
saw
their
anxious
faces
in
the
doorway
and
the
gleam
of
the
west
in
their
spectacles
because
they
confronted
the
last
rays
of
day
;
but
they
could
only
see
his
shape
against
the
light
.
“
O
,
my
boy
,
my
boy
—
home
again
at
last
!
”
cried
Mrs
Clare
,
who
cared
no
more
at
that
moment
for
the
stains
of
heterodoxy
which
has
caused
all
this
separation
than
for
the
dust
upon
his
clothes
.
What
woman
,
indeed
,
among
the
most
faithful
adherents
of
the
truth
,
believes
the
promises
and
threats
of
the
Word
in
the
sense
in
which
she
believes
in
her
own
children
,
or
would
not
throw
her
theology
to
the
wind
if
weighed
against
their
happiness
?
As
soon
as
they
reached
the
room
where
the
candles
were
lighted
she
looked
at
his
face
.
“
O
,
it
is
not
Angel
—
not
my
son
—
the
Angel
who
went
away
!
”
she
cried
in
all
the
irony
of
sorrow
,
as
she
turned
herself
aside
.
His
father
,
too
,
was
shocked
to
see
him
,
so
reduced
was
that
figure
from
its
former
contours
by
worry
and
the
bad
season
that
Clare
had
experienced
,
in
the
climate
to
which
he
had
so
rashly
hurried
in
his
first
aversion
to
the
mockery
of
events
at
home
.
You
could
see
the
skeleton
behind
the
man
,
and
almost
the
ghost
behind
the
skeleton
.
He
matched
Crivelli
’
s
dead
CHRISTUS
.
His
sunken
eye
-
pits
were
of
morbid
hue
,
and
the
light
in
his
eyes
had
waned
.
The
angular
hollows
and
lines
of
his
aged
ancestors
had
succeeded
to
their
reign
in
his
face
twenty
years
before
their
time
.
“
I
was
ill
over
there
,
you
know
,
”
he
said
.
“
I
am
all
right
now
.
”
