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“
I
believe
to
the
sun
.
That
lofty
stone
set
away
by
itself
is
in
the
direction
of
the
sun
,
which
will
presently
rise
behind
it
.
”
“
This
reminds
me
,
dear
,
”
she
said
.
“
You
remember
you
never
would
interfere
with
any
belief
of
mine
before
we
were
married
?
But
I
knew
your
mind
all
the
same
,
and
I
thought
as
you
thought
—
not
from
any
reasons
of
my
own
,
but
because
you
thought
so
.
Tell
me
now
,
Angel
,
do
you
think
we
shall
meet
again
after
we
are
dead
?
I
want
to
know
.
”
He
kissed
her
to
avoid
a
reply
at
such
a
time
.
“
O
,
Angel
—
I
fear
that
means
no
!
”
said
she
,
with
a
suppressed
sob
.
“
And
I
wanted
so
to
see
you
again
—
so
much
,
so
much
!
What
—
not
even
you
and
I
,
Angel
,
who
love
each
other
so
well
?
”
Like
a
greater
than
himself
,
to
the
critical
question
at
the
critical
time
he
did
not
answer
;
and
they
were
again
silent
.
In
a
minute
or
two
her
breathing
became
more
regular
,
her
clasp
of
his
hand
relaxed
,
and
she
fell
asleep
.
The
band
of
silver
paleness
along
the
east
horizon
made
even
the
distant
parts
of
the
Great
Plain
appear
dark
and
near
;
and
the
whole
enormous
landscape
bore
that
impress
of
reserve
,
taciturnity
,
and
hesitation
which
is
usual
just
before
day
.
The
eastward
pillars
and
their
architraves
stood
up
blackly
against
the
light
,
and
the
great
flame
-
shaped
Sun
-
stone
beyond
them
;
and
the
Stone
of
Sacrifice
midway
.
Presently
the
night
wind
died
out
,
and
the
quivering
little
pools
in
the
cup
-
like
hollows
of
the
stones
lay
still
.
At
the
same
time
something
seemed
to
move
on
the
verge
of
the
dip
eastward
—
a
mere
dot
.
It
was
the
head
of
a
man
approaching
them
from
the
hollow
beyond
the
Sun
-
stone
.
Clare
wished
they
had
gone
onward
,
but
in
the
circumstances
decided
to
remain
quiet
.
The
figure
came
straight
towards
the
circle
of
pillars
in
which
they
were
.
He
heard
something
behind
him
,
the
brush
of
feet
.
Turning
,
he
saw
over
the
prostrate
columns
another
figure
;
then
before
he
was
aware
,
another
was
at
hand
on
the
right
,
under
a
trilithon
,
and
another
on
the
left
The
dawn
shone
full
on
the
front
of
the
man
westward
,
and
Clare
could
discern
from
this
that
he
was
tall
,
and
walked
as
if
trained
.
They
all
closed
in
with
evident
purpose
.
Her
story
then
was
true
!
Springing
to
his
feet
,
he
looked
around
for
a
weapon
,
loose
stone
,
means
of
escape
,
anything
.
By
this
time
the
nearest
man
was
upon
him
.
“
It
is
no
use
,
sir
,
”
he
said
.
“
There
are
sixteen
of
us
on
the
Plain
,
and
the
whole
country
is
reared
.
”
“
Let
her
finish
her
sleep
!
”
he
implored
in
a
whisper
of
the
men
as
they
gathered
round
.
When
they
saw
where
she
lay
,
which
they
had
not
done
till
then
,
they
showed
no
objection
,
and
stood
watching
her
,
as
still
as
the
pillars
around
.
He
went
to
the
stone
and
bent
over
her
,
holding
one
poor
little
hand
;
her
breathing
now
was
quick
and
small
,
like
that
of
a
lesser
creature
than
a
woman
.
All
waited
in
the
growing
light
,
their
faces
and
hands
as
if
they
were
silvered
,
the
remainder
of
their
figures
dark
,
the
stones
glistening
green
-
gray
,
the
Plain
still
a
mass
of
shade
.
Soon
the
light
was
strong
,
and
a
ray
shone
upon
her
unconscious
form
,
peering
under
her
eyelids
and
waking
her
.
