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As by some wizardry of approaching dreams they seemed in that instant to be related; but before I could analyse the why and the wherefore, both sank away out of sight again, and I was off beyond recall. "Unless you should send for me sooner." AS BY SOME WIZARDRY OF APPROACHING DREAMS THEY SEEMED IN THAT INSTANT TO BE RELATED BUT BEFORE I COULD ANALYZE THE WHY AND THE WHEREFORE BOTH SANK AWAY OUT OF SIGHT AGAIN AND I WAS OFF BEYOND RECALL UNLESS YOU SHOULD SEND FOR ME SOONER
r the island was silent as the grave, but for the mournful voices of the wind as it sighed up from the sea. Like white sentries stood the three tents of the men on one side of the ridge, and on the other side, half hidden by some birches, whose leaves just shivered as the breeze caught them, the women's tents, patches of ghostly grey, gathered more closely together for mutual shelter and protection. Something like fifty yards of broken ground, grey rock, moss and lichen, lay between, and over all lay the curtain of the night and the great whispering winds from the forests of Scandinavia. And the very last thing, just before floating away on that mighty wave that carries one so softly off into the deeps of forgetfulness, I again heard the voice of John Silence as the train moved out of Victoria Station; and by some subtle connection that met me on the very threshold of consciousness there rose in my mind simultaneously the memory of the girl's half-given confidence, and of her distress.  THEM OUT HALF AN HOUR LATER THE ISLAND WAS SILENT AS THE GRAVE BUT FOR THE MOURNFUL VOICES OF THE WIND AS IT SIGHED UP FROM THE SEA LIKE WHITE SENTRIES STOOD THE THREE TENTS OF THE MEN ON ONE SIDE OF THE RIDGE AND ON THE OTHER SIDE HALF HIDDEN BY SOME BIRCHES WHOSE LEAVES JUST SHIVERED AS THE BREEZE CAUGHT THEM THE WOMEN'S TENTS PATCHES OF GHOSTLY GREY GATHERED MORE CLOSELY TOGETHER FOR MUTUAL SHELTER AND PROTECTION SOMETHING LIKE FIFTY YARDS OF BROKEN GROUND GRAY ROCK MOSS AND LICHEN LAY BETWEEN OVER ALL LAY THE CURTAIN OF THE NIGHT AND THE GREAT WHISPERING WINDS FROM THE FORESTS OF SCANDINAVIA AND THE VERY LAST THING JUST BEFORE FLOATING AWAY ON THAT MIGHTY WAVE THAT CARRIES ONE SO SOFTLY OFF INTO DEEPS OF FORGETFULNESS I AGAIN HEARD THE VOICE OF JOHN SILENCE AS THE TRAIN MOVED OUT OF VICTORIA STATION AND BY SOME SUBTLE CONNECTION THAT MET ME ON THE VERY THRESHOLD OF CONSCIOUSNESS THERE ROSE IN MY MIND SIMULTANEOUSLY THE MEMORY OF THE GIRL'S HALF GIVEN CONFIDENCE AND OF HER DISTRESS
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