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her beauty, the trees whispered "Charmian! Charmian!" and

Charmian was in the very air

But when I had reluctantly bidden George "good night," and set

out along lanes full of the fragrant dusk of evening; when,

reaching the Hollow, I followed that leafy path beside the brook,

which she and I had so often trodden together; when I sat in e, with the deep silence unbroken save

for the plaintive murh more than I could bear

There were dark hours when the cottage rang with strange sounds,

when I would lie face down upon the floor, clutching

te the

oncoan to be haunted by the thing

above the door--the rusty staple upon which a o; a wanderer, a lonely

man, perhaps acquainted, with misery or haunted by re--even as I--but who had eventually

escaped it all--even as Iup at this staple until the light failed, and

soht, I would steal softly there to

touch it with er