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Updated: April 30, 2025
He avoids Sophie and me." So much for my thread of discovery: a very small fibre, it is true, a church-sexton performing the office without any reward of gold, but I twisted it and twirled it round in all the ideal contortions plausible in idealic regions, and fell asleep, with the tower-key under my pillow, and the rising moon shining into my room.
It was Mary's portrait that once more I looked upon; framed in a wreath of the trailing-arbutus, it was hanging just where he could look at it at night, as I my strange tower-key. We went back. Miss Axtell closed the sash; she was looking weary and pale. I was afraid she would suffer harm from the continued recital.
God doth not tell, save that it is to "love first Him, Sole and Individual," and then the fragments, the crumbs of Divinity that dwell in Man. I had not lighted the gas. The street-lamps sent up their rays, making the room semi-lucent. I took out my tower-key. What matter, if I held the cold iron thereof to my lips awhile? there was no frost in the March air then.
"It will be ten minutes yet ere Sophie and Aaron will, waiting, say, 'I wonder why Anna does not come," I thought, as I drew near, and my fingers held the tower-key. I had not been there since the Sunday morning memorable to me through all coming time. I lifted the fastening to the church-yard, and went in. My sister Mary lay in this church-yard now.
She looked in amazement to see me thus, and in one moment more had let me in. "Wake Aaron," I said, without giving her time to question me. "He is awake. What has happened? Is Miss Axtell dying?" she questioned. "No," I said; "but I want to speak to Aaron, directly. I'm going to my room one moment." I went up. The tower-key was hanging where I had left it.
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