Белые люди
Chapter IX
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“Thefreeness!”herepeated.“Yes,thefreeness!”
“Asforbeauty,”Ialmostwhispered,inasortofreverenceforvisionsIremembered,“Ihavestoodonthismoorathousandtimesandseenlovelinesswhichmademetremble.One’ssoulcouldwantnomoreinanylife.But‘OutontheHillside’IKNEWIwaspartofit,anditwasecstasy.Thatwasthefreeness.”
“Yes—itwasthefreeness,”heanswered.
Webrushedthroughtheheatherandthebracken,andflower-bellsshookshowersofradiantdropsuponus.Themistwaveredandsometimesliftedbeforeus,andopenedupmysticvistastoveilthemagainafewminuteslater.Thesuntriedtobreakthrough,andsometimeswewalkedinagoldenhaze.
Wefellintosilence.NowandthenIglancedsidewiseatmycompanionaswemadeoursoundlesswayoverthethickmoss.Helookedsostrongandbeautiful.Histallbodywassofine,hisshoulderssobroadandsplendid!Howcoulditbe!Howcoulditbe!Ashetrampedbesidemehewasthinkingdeeply,andheknewheneednottalktome.Thatmademeglad—thatheshouldknowmesowellandfeelmesonear.Thatwaswhathefeltwhenhewaswithhismother,thatsheunderstoodandthatattimesneitherofthemneededwords.
Untilwehadreachedthepatchofgorsewhereweintendedtoendourwalkwedidnotspeakatall.Hewasthinkingofthingswhichledhimfar.Iknewthat,thoughIdidnotknowwhattheywere.Whenwereachedthegoldenblazewehadseentheeveningbeforeitwasaflameofgoldagain,because—itwasonlyforafewmoments—themisthadblownapartandthesunwasshiningonit.
