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The call--low, iainst her s--the su year's rain

She went to theand stood alike aroma penetrated the room She opened thea little way, and the sweet, virile odour enveloped her

A thousand longings rose within her; unnu, unanswered

Aware that her lips wereautootten: "And those that look out of the s be darkened, And the door shall be shut in the streets"

What was it she was repeating?

"Also they shall be afraid of that which is high, and fear shall be in the way"

What echo of the past was this?

"And desire shall fail: because--"

Intent, absorbed in retracing the forgotten sequence to its source, she stood, breathing the thickening incense of the rain; and every breath was drawing her backward, nearer, nearer to the source of memory Ah, the cliff chapel in the rain!--the words of a text mumbled deafly--the yearly service for those who died at sea! And she, seated there in the chapel dusk thinking of him who sat beside her, and how he feared a heavier, stealthier,about his feet!

Enfin! Always, always at the end of everything, He! Always, reckoning step by step, backward through ti of all!

Un, enveloped in ave herself to the flood--overwhel over her--body,there heavily amid the cloudy curtains; she h wet lashes The hard, dry pulse in her throat hurt her till her under lip, freed fro rebellion

She had been walking her roo time before she realised that she had moved at all

And now, i desire for relief hurried into action on the wings of impulse

There was a telephone at her elbow No need to hunt through lists to find a nuures which had reiterated themselves so often,themselves even in her drea with the vision in which she had listened to temptation, and had called to him across the wilderness of streets and men