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Again the wonderful cry rose and fell, and that same instant the animal lowered its head, and, muzzle to earth, set off on a swift easy canter that took it off into the mist and out of our sight like a thing of wind and vision. AGAIN THE WONDERFUL CRY ROSE AND FELL AND THAT SAME INSTANT THE ANIMAL LOWERED ITS HEAD AND MUZZLE TO EARTH SET OFF ON A SWIFT EASY CANTER THAT TOOK IT OFF INTO THE MIST AND OUT OF OUR SIGHT LIKE A THING OF WIND AND VISION
o voice, passionate or tender, of man, woman or child has ever stirred before or since for one second into life. It echoed away among the fog and the trees and lost itself somewhere out over the hidden sea. And some part of myself—something that was far more than the mere act of intense listening—went out with it, and for several minutes I lost consciousness of my surroundings and felt utterly absorbed in the pain of another stricken fellow-creature. Again the voice of John Silence recalled me to myself. "Hark!" he said aloud. "Hark!" His tone galvanised me afresh. We stood listening side by side. Far across the island, faintly sounding through the trees and brushwood, came a similar, answering cry. Shrill, yet wonderfully musical, shaking the heart with a singular wild sweetness that defies description, we heard it rise and fall upon the night air. "It's across the lagoon," Dr. Silence cried, but this time in full tones that paid no tribute to caution. "It's Joan! She's answering him! ED THERE SOMETHING THAT NO MUSIC NO VOICE PASSIONATE OR TENDER OF MAN WOMAN OR CHILD HAS EVER STIRRED BEFORE OR SINCE FOR ONE SECOND INTO LIFE IT ECHOED AWAY AMONG THE FOG AND TREES AND LOST ITSELF SOMEWHERE OUT OVER THE HIDDEN SEA AND SOME PART OF MYSELF SOMETHING THAT WAS FAR MORE THAN THE MERE ACT OF INTENSE LISTENING WENT OUT WITH IT AND FOR SEVERAL MINUTES I LOST CONSCIOUSNESS OF MY SURROUNDINGS AND FELT UTTERLY ABSORBED IN THE PAIN OF ANOTHER STRICKEN FELLOW CREATURE AGAIN THE VOICE OF JOHN SILENCE RECALLED ME TO MYSELF HARK HE SAID ALOUD HARK HIS TONE GALVANIZED ME AFRESH WE STOOD LISTENING SIDE BY SIDE FAR ACROSS THE ISLAND FAINTLY SOUNDING THROUGH THE TREES AND BRUSHWOOD CAME A SIMILAR ANSWERING CRY SHRILL YET WONDERFULLY MUSICAL SHAKING THE HEART WITH A SINGULAR WILD SWEETNESS THAT DEFIED DESCRIPTION WE HEARD IT RISE AND FALL UPON THE NIGHT AIR IT'S ACROSS THE LAGOON DOCTOR SILENCE CRIED BUT THIS TIME IN FULL TONES THAT PAID NO TRIBUTE TO CAUTION IT'S JOAN SHE'S ANSWERING HIM
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