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Chapter 24

           Thefacethatwasclosetominewasaswhiteasthefaceagainsttheglass,andoutofitpresentlycameasound,notlownorweak,butasiffrommuchfurtheraway,thatIdranklikeawaftoffragrance.

           “YesItookit.”

           Atthis,withamoanofjoy,Ienfolded,Idrewhimclose;andwhileIheldhimtomybreast,whereIcouldfeelinthesuddenfeverofhislittlebodythetremendouspulseofhislittleheart,Ikeptmyeyesonthethingatthewindowandsawitmoveandshiftitsposture.Ihavelikenedittoasentinel,butitsslowwheel,foramoment,wasrathertheprowlofabaffledbeast.Mypresentquickenedcourage,however,wassuchthat,nottoomuchtoletitthrough,Ihadtoshade,asitwere,myflame.Meanwhiletheglareofthefacewasagainatthewindow,thescoundrelfixedasiftowatchandwait.ItwastheveryconfidencethatImightnowdefyhim,aswellasthepositivecertitude,bythistime,ofthechild’sunconsciousness,thatmademegoon.“Whatdidyoutakeitfor?”

           “Toseewhatyousaidaboutme.”

           “Youopenedtheletter?”

           “Iopenedit.”

           Myeyeswerenow,asIheldhimoffalittleagain,onMiles’sownface,inwhichthecollapseofmockeryshowedmehowcompletewastheravageofuneasiness.Whatwasprodigiouswasthatatlast,bymysuccess,hissensewassealedandhiscommunicationstopped:heknewthathewasinpresence,butknewnotofwhat,andknewstilllessthatIalsowasandthatIdidknow.

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