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Rh there was a kind of—of presence, you said, among the trees and places. Well, there was." And he told her all that Peter had said that morning. "There, I 've broken my promise to him. But it's best. He's given up everything, thought, and care, and work, and his little brother, and I just came along and stole it. Why, Helen, you grew up in a kind of garden,—an enchanted garden you might have played it was,—and this man built and kept the walls round it, walls you could n't see. And what am I before a man like that? Just look, without any make-believe. We have n't even talked things over as we were going to this morning. But see. I 've run away from everything—just drifted along—never thought much—took chances—only had good luck. Don't you see?"

She surveyed him oddly. In her eyes was a shine as of transfiguration, but he could not understand it.

"You 're very young about some things," she said. "Younger than I—years. Did n't you see, up there—can't you remember—that our one look—and what it meant?