himself what he should feel when he went and
stood by the carved four-posted bed again and
looked down at the sharply chiseled ivory-white
face while it slept and the black lashes rimmed
so startlingly the close-shut eyes. He shrank
from it.

One marvel of a day he had walked so far that
when he returned the moon was high and full and
all the world was purple shadow and silver. The
stillness of lake and shore and wood was so wonderful
that he did not go into the villa he lived in.
He walked down to a little bowered terrace at the
water's edge and sat upon a seat and breathed in
all the heavenly scents of the night. He felt the
strange calmness stealing over him and it grew
deeper and deeper until he fell asleep.

He did not know when he fell asleep and when
he began to dream; his dream was so real that
he did not feel as if he were dreaming. He remembered
afterward how intensely wide awake
and alert he had thought he was. He thought
that as he sat and breathed in the scent of the late
roses and listened to the lapping of the water at
his feet he heard a voice calling. It was sweet and
clear and happy and far away. It seemed very
far, but he heard it as distinctly as if it had been at
his very side.

"Archie! Archie! Archie!" it said, and then

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