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I lay still where I was, staring at the solitary moon-ray, and listening to the nightingale, whose rapturous melodies now rang out upon my ears with full distinctness. ONE! The harsh-toned bell I had heard before clanged forth the hour. It would soon be morning; I resolved to rest till then.
On the road from her house, I had sung it coming home in the night from her house when, in that great happiness which a man knows but once, I had leaped in the softness of the night, my heart traveling up the moon-ray in the driven flame of her kiss. They held out our babes, to lure us home crying "Come back!" to us....
She tried to think tried to understand exactly what this portended for her, for him, for her lover. But she could not. There was around her thoughts the same breathless darkness that brooded over this night. Ah! but to the night had been given that pale-gold moon-ray, to herself nothing, no faintest gleam; as well try to pierce below the dark surface of that water!
As she spoke, the cradle ceased rocking, the moon-ray faded on the bare floor, the room was silent. She fell upon her knees, sobbing. "My God, I have seen his double, his ghost. My man is dead!"
"If you won't come with me, I'm going alone." "Eh?" She stared at him across the moon-ray, for he had gone back to the window and lifted the curtain again. "But where in the world?" "To Holmness." "'Olmness? . . . It's crazed you are." "I am not crazed at all. It's all quite easy, I tell you easy and simple.
Suzanne and the two Arabs were distant shadows to her when that first moon-ray touched their feet. The passion of the night began to burn her, and she thought she would like to take her soul and hold it out to the white flame.
Dorothea sat in the great hall of Bayfield, between the lamplight and the moonlight, listening to the drip of the fountain beneath its tiny cupola. A midsummer moon-ray fell through the uncurtained lantern beneath the dome and spread in a small pool of silver at her feet. Beneath one of the two shaded lamps Endymion lounged in his armchair and read the Sherborne Mercury.
And who might say there was peace of course in the moon-silver rug of pine among the trees, in the gossamer cobweb there among the bushes jeweled lightly in dew, in the faint, sweet chirp of a drowsy bird above his head but the moon-ray which lingered in the heart of the wild geranium would presently cascade through the trees to light the horrible thing of lead which had menaced the life of his lady.
It is the centre of the universe and it is the universe itself. The eternal light rests on and illuminates the eternal heart of things. None of the six human beings who saw that moon-rising were ever able to think about it as having anything to do with time. Only for one instant could that moon-ray have rested full on the centre of that stone. And yet there was time for many happenings.
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