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He woke with a start, staring at the waving curtain of the cabin door; he could almost have sworn that the kiss was real. HE WOKE WITH A START STARING AT THE WAVING CURTAIN OF THE CABIN DOOR HE COULD ALMOST HAVE SWORN THAT THE KISS WAS REAL
irl, but a woman with black hair that grew into a “widow’s peak,” combed back from her forehead. He knew her for the child in black, the companion of the last six years, and, as it had been in the time of the meetings on the Lost Continent, he was filled with delight unspeakable. “They,” for some dreamland reason, were friendly or had gone away that night, and the two flitted together over all their country, from the brushwood-pile up the Thirty-Mile-Ride, till they saw the House of the Sick Thing, a pin-point in the distance to the left; stamped through the Railway Waiting-room where the roses lay on the spread breakfast-tables; and returned, by the ford and the city they had once burned for sport, to the great swells of the downs under the lamp-post. Wherever they moved a strong singing followed them underground, but this night there was no panic. All the land was empty except for themselves, and at the last (they were sitting by the lamp-post hand in hand) she turned and kissed him. D PILE WAS NO LONGER A LITTLE GIRL BUT A WOMAN WITH BLACK HAIR THAT GREW TO A WIDOW'S PEAK COMBED BACK FROM HER FOREHEAD HE KNEW HER FOR THE CHILD IN BLACK THE COMPANION OF THE LAST SIX YEARS AND AS IT HAD BEEN IN THE TIME OF THE MEETINGS ON THE LOST CONTINENT HE WAS FILLED WITH DELIGHT UNSPEAKABLE THEY FOR SOME DREAMLAND REASON WERE FRIENDLY OR HAD GONE AWAY THAT NIGHT AND THE TWO FLITTED TOGETHER OVER ALL THEIR COUNTRY FROM THE BRUSHWOOD PILE UP THE THIRTY MILE RIDE TILL THEY SAW THE HOUSE OF THE SICK THING A PIN POINT IN THE DISTANCE TO THE LEFT STAMPED THROUGH THE RAILWAY WAITING ROOM WHERE THE ROSES LAY ON THE SPREAD BREAKFAST TABLES AND RETURNED BY THE FORD AND THE CITY THEY HAD ONCE BURNED FOR SPORT TO THE GREAT SWELLS OF THE DOWNS UNDER THE LAMP POST WHEREVER THEY MOVED A STRONG SINGING FOLLOWED THEM UNDERGROUND BUT THIS NIGHT THERE WAS NO PANIC ALL THE LAND WAS EMPTY EXCEPT FOR THEMSELVES AND AT THE LAST THEY WERE SITTING BY THE LAMP POST HAND IN HAND SHE TURNED AND KISSED HIM
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