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Updated: May 4, 2025
No, no! not with tears, merely with the moisture of strain and fatigue, his sight was not so good as it used to be; of course he was getting old, and Bishop Brent's small caligraphy had been difficult to decipher by the half-light.
He forgot everything but that it was Alice there in the half-light by the window Alice, whom he loved. With a low cry he took a swift step toward her. "Alice!" Instantly the girl was on her feet. But it was not toward him that she turned. It was away resolutely, and with a haste that was strangely like terror. Alice, too, had forgotten, for just a moment.
I mightily wanted, to peer under his hood and speak to him, but when he turned and smiled upon me with his cavernous sockets and his projecting grin as he went by, I thought I would not detain him. He was hardly gone when I heard the clacking again, and another one issued from the shadowy half-light. This one was bending under a heavy gravestone, and dragging a shabby coffin after him by a string.
Then the two men strode away in opposite directions, the terrier hopping on three legs and shaking the rain off his hard coat. David's steps sounded outside. M'Adam rose from his knees. The door of the house opened, and the boy's feet shuffled in the passage. "David!" the little man called in a tremulous voice. He stood in the half-light, one hand on the table, the other clasping the picture.
The drizzle continued until after sundown, and our only occupations throughout the day were to wade from mess to aerodrome, aerodrome to mess, and to overhaul in detail machines, maps, guns, and consciences. Next morning again we dressed in the half-light, and again went back to bed in the daylight.
However, he lingered there forgetfully, dreaming in the greeny half-light amidst the foliage, and listening to the continuous murmur of the Gave, as if a voice, a dear voice from the realms beyond, were speaking to him. Pierre meantime hastened back to Marie. He was able to join her without much difficulty, for the crowd was thinning, a good many people having already gone off to dejeuner.
He caught the glance of a dark young beauty sitting alone in a closed taxicab. Her eyes in the half-light suggested night and violets, and for a moment he stirred again to that half-forgotten remoteness of the afternoon. Two young Jewish men passed him, talking in loud voices and craning their necks here and there in fatuous supercilious glances.
It was not a country which could give much cover to an enemy; but in that half-light one could not distinguish very clearly, and an enemy could therefore take risks impossible in full day. "A lot of cattle there," said the smuggler who had spoken. "It's odd there being so many." "Don't you graze many cattle here?" said Marah, looking ashore. "What! in the marsh?" said the man. "Not much."
Country houses were opening throughout the Western Hemisphere; Long Island stirred from its long winter lethargy, stung into active life by the Oyster Bay mosquito; town houses closed; terrace, pillar, portico, and windows were already being boarded over; lace curtains came down; textiles went to the cleaners; the fresh scent of camphor and lavender lingered in the mellow half-light of rooms where furniture and pictures loomed linen-shrouded and the polished floor echoed every footstep.
The shadows above him took on weird shapes; grinning faces with tangled gray locks; long snakelike bodies, and tails of red and yellow light twined and writhed sinuously about the beautiful face of a girl. How real how distinct in the half-light, was the face beneath the mass of gleaming black hair. And eyes!
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