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was　so　filled　by　her　own　bright　ecstacy。　She　did　not　see　him　go；

for　she　was　filled　with　light；　which　was　of　him。　Bright　with　an

amazing　light　as　she　was；　how　could　she　miss　him。

In　her　bedroom　she　threw　her　arms　in　the　air　in　clear　pain　of

magnificence。　Oh；　it　was　her　transfiguration；　she　was　beyond

herself。　She　wanted　to　fling　herself　into　all　the　hidden

brightness　of　the　air。　It　was　there；　it　was　there；　if　she　could

but　meet　it。

But　the　next　day　she　knew　he　had　gone。　Her　glory　had　partly

died　down……but　never　from　her　memory。　It　was　too　real。　Yet

it　was　gone　by；　leaving　a　wistfulness。　A　deeper　yearning　came

into　her　soul；　a　new　reserve。

She　shrank　from　touch　and　question。　She　was　very　proud；　but

very　new；　and　very　sensitive。　Oh；　that　no　one　should　lay　hands

on　her！

She　was　happier　running　on　by　herself。　Oh；　it　was　a　joy　to

run　along　the　lanes　without　seeing　things；　yet　being　with　them。

It　was　such　a　joy　to　be　alone　with　all　one's　riches。

The　holidays　came；　when　she　was　free。　She　spent　most　of　her

time　running　on　by　herself；　curled　up　in　a　squirrel…place　in　the

garden；　lying　in　a　hammock　in　the　coppice；　while　the　birds　came

near……near……so　near。　Oh；　in　rainy　weather；　she　flitted

to　the　Marsh；　and　lay　hidden　with　her　book　in　a　hay…loft。

All　the　time；　she　dreamed　of　him；　sometimes　definitely；　but

when　she　was　happiest；　only　vaguely。　He　was　the　warm　colouring

of　her　dreams；　he　was　the　hot　blood　beating　within　them。

When　she　was　less　happy；　out　of　sorts；　she　pondered　over　his

appearance；　his　clothes；　the　buttons　with　his　regimental　badge；

which　he　had　given　her。　Or　she　tried　to