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When they got back the turmoil was on the wane in the streets; night hid the glare of the posters; and the tide, finding the noise abated and being at the flow, told an old tale that he had learned in his youth about the deeps of the sea, the same which he had told to coastwise ships that brought it to Babylon by the way of Euphrates before the doom of Troy. WHEN THEY GOT BACK THE TURMOIL WAS ON THE WANE IN THE STREETS NIGHT HID THE GLARE OF THE POSTERS AND THE TIDE FINDING THE NOISE ABATED AND BEING AT THE FLOW TOLD AN OLD TALE THAT HE HAD LEARNED IN HIS YOUTH ABOUT THE DEEPS OF THE SEA THE SAME WHICH HE HAD TOLD TO COAST WISE SHIPS THAT BROUGHT IT TO BABYLON BY THE WAY OF EUPHRATES BEFORE THE DOOM OF TROY
where they sat, when the summer came, and the flowers that were not yet, and the different butterflies, and about the bats and the swifts, and the thoughts in the heart of man. He spoke of the aged windmill that stood on the down, and of how to children it seemed a strange old man who was only dead by day. And as he spoke, and as the sea-wind blew on that high and lonely place, there began to slip away from the voter's mind meaningless phrases that had crowded it long--thumping majority--victory in the fight--terminological inexactitudes--and the smell of paraffin lamps dangling in heated schoolrooms, and quotations taken from ancient speeches because the words were long. They fell away, though slowly, and slowly the voter saw a wider world and the wonder of the sea. And the afternoon wore on, and the winter evening came, and the night fell, and all black grew the sea, and about the time that the stars come blinking out to look upon our littleness, the polling-booth closed in the town. ND HE SPOKE OF THE DOWN WHERE THEY SAT WHEN THE SUMMER CAME AND THE FLOWERS THAT WERE NOT YET AND THE DIFFERENT BUTTERFLIES AND ABOUT THE BATS AND THE SWIFTS AND THE THOUGHTS IN THE HEART OF MAN HE SPOKE OF THE AGED WINDMILL THAT STOOD ON THE DOWN AND OF HOW TO CHILDREN IT SEEMED A STRANGE OLD MAN WHO WAS ONLY DEAD BY DAY AND AS HE SPOKE AND AS THE SEA WIND BLEW ON THAT HIGH AND LONELY PLACE THERE BEGAN TO SLIP AWAY FROM THE VOTER'S MIND MEANINGLESS PHRASES THAT HAD CROWDED IT LONG THUMPING MAJORITY VICTORY IN THE FIGHT TERMINOLOGICAL INEXACTITUDES AND THE SMELL OF PARAFFIN LAMPS DANGLING IN HEATED SCHOOL ROOMS AND QUOTATIONS TAKEN FROM ANCIENT SPEECHES BECAUSE THE WORDS WERE LONG THEY FELL AWAY THOUGH SLOWLY AND SLOWLY THE VOTER SAW A WIDER WORLD AND THE WONDER OF THE SEA AND THE AFTERNOON WORE ON AND THE WINTER EVENING CAME AND THE NIGHT FELL AND ALL BLACK GREW THE SEA AND ABOUT THE TIME THAT THE STARS COME BLINKING OUT TO LOOK UPON OUR LITTLENESS THE PULLING BOOTH CLOSED IN THE TOWN
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