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He returned to his lodging at night treading quick, his eyes

glittering, and his face shining darkly as if he calow remained in him, the fire burned, his heart was

fierce like a sun He enjoyed his unknown life and his own self

And he was ready to go back to the Marsh

Without knowing it, Anna anting him to come In him she

had escaped In hiressed: he was the hole in the wall, beyond which the

sunshine blazed on an outside world

He caain,

there recurred the strange, re before it Sometimes, he talked of his father, wholy close to love, of his

mother, whom he loved, with a love that was keenly close to

hatred, or to revolt His sentences were clumsy, he was only

half articulate But he had the wonderful voice, that could ring

its vibration through the girl's soul, transport her into his

feeling Sometimes his voice was hot and decla, almost cat-like sound, sometimes it

hesitated, puzzled, soh Anna was taken by hih her as she listened to him And his mother and

his father became to her two separate people in her life