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I was the first to approach the open door I stopped, checked in my advance by an unexpected discovery The suer empty as we had left it A lady was seated at the table withina moment, I advanced a few steps nearer to the door, and stopped again in breathless aer in the summer-house was now plainly revealed to me as the woe!

There was no doubt about it There was the dress; there was the ht, which I had dreahts since! The wo on the waterfall--the wo in itation "George!" she exclaih the open door of the summer-house

"Well?" said my mother "What a at the table and writing into be ill again?" I heard her say to herself

At the same moment the woman laid down the pencil and rose slowly to her feet

She looked ateyes: she lifted her hand and beckonedwithout conscious will of my own, drawn nearer and nearer to her by an irresistible power, I ascended the short flight of stairs which led into the summer-house Within a few paces of her I stopped She advanced a step toward ently on ely united sensations of rapture and awe After a while, she spoke in low led inwater, until the two sounds became one I heard in the murmur, I heard in the voice, these words: "Remember me Come to me" Her hand dropped fro shadow over the bright daylight in the rooone

My consciousness of passing events returned

I saw the lengthening shadows outside, which told e approaching the summerhouse to take us away I felttoher not to be uneasy about me, but I could do no more I was absorbed, body and soul, in the one desire to look at the sketch-book As certainly as I had seen the woman, so certainly I had seen her, within my book