had an extraordinary beauty and

"That's so like Aunt Lucy and Aunt Katie," said Rachel at last. 　　"They always make out that she was very sad and very good.""Then why, for goodness' sake, did they do nothing but criticize herwhen she was alive?" said Helen. Very gentle their voices sounded,as if they fell through the waves of the sea. 　　"If I were to die to-morrow . . ." she began. 　　The broken sentences had an extraordinary beauty and detachmentin Hewet's ears, and a kind of mystery too, as though they werespoken by people in their sleep. 　　"No, Rachel," Helen's voice continued, "I'm not going to walkin the garden; it's damp--it's sure to be damp; besides, I seeat least a dozen toads.""Toads? Those are stones, Helen. Come out. It's nicer out. 　　The flowers smell," Rachel replied. 　　Hewet drew still farther back. His heart was beating very quickly. 　　Apparently Rachel tried to pull Helen out on to the terrace,and helen resisted. There was a certain amount of scuffling,entreating, resisting, and laughter from both of them. Then a man'sform appeared. Hewet could not hear what they were all saying. 　　In a minute they had gone in; he could hear bolts grating then;there was dead silence, and all the lights went out. 　　He turned away, still crumpling and uncrumpling a handful of leaveswhich he had torn from the wall. An exquisite sense of pleasureand relief possessed him; it was all so solid and peaceful afterthe ball at the hotel, whether he was in love with them or not,and he was not in love with them; no, but it was good that theyshould be alive. 　　After standing still for a minute or two he turned and began to walktowards the gate. With the movement of his body, the excitement,the romance and the richness of life crowded into his brain.

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