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Updated: July 22, 2025
Something like a strong hand closed upon her heart and drew her, drew her.... A voice called to her in the silence that was only broken by the voices of birds, and the rustling of wind-stirred leaves, and the crying of the gulls above the white restless breakers. And the voice was Owen's. How strangely he had looked and spoken in that last moment of their parting!
And the movement of the shadows was visible to me a stealthy, writhing creep of the shadows of the wind-stirred trees. It was a strange sight. Quickly, the room began to darken. The sun slid down to the horizon, and seemed, as it were, to disappear from my sight, almost with a jerk.
The day was superb the sky blazed overhead like a vault of deepest sapphire. The grave brown peasantry, with no great accent of costume, but with sundry small ones decked, that is, in cheap fineries of scarlet and yellow made a mass of motley colour in the high wind-stirred light.
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