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Rh "But why are you crying? Surely there must be something! . . ."

"No, it's nothing. . . . It's nothing . . . I think. . . ."

She leant against him. She told him how the dread horror was clutching at her. She was very much unstrung and she felt as if something was going to happen: a great sorrow, a disaster, an accident, she didn't know what. . . . She poured out her anxious soul to him, nestling in his arms:

"It's too silly, Addie. I must try to be calmer."

She became calmer under his steady gaze. Oh, what delightful eyes he had! As she looked into them, she became calmer:

"Addie . . . your eyes . . ."

"What about them, Mummy?"

"They are growing lighter in colour: they are serious, as always, but they're becoming lighter. . . ."

"What's the matter with my eyes now?"

"They've become grey."

"Oh, nonsense!"

"Yes, they're turning grey, blue-grey. . . ."

He laughed at her a little. She remained with her head on his shoulder, looked into his eyes. She became quite calm, now, gave a last, deep sigh:

"Dear, listen . . . listen to it blowing. . . ."

"Yes, Mamma."

"I'm afraid of the wind sometimes . . ."

"And sometimes you love it."