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However, my attention was suddenly snatched from such matters; our child began to lose ground again, and we had to go to sitting up with her, her case became so serious. We couldn’t bear to allow anybody to help, in this service, so we two stood watch-and-watch, day in and day out. Ah, Sandy, what a right heart she had, how simple, and genuine, and good she was! She was a flawless wife and mother; and yet I had married her for no particular reason, except that by the customs of chivalry she was my property until some knight should win her from me in the field. She had hunted BritainⒶemendation over for me; had found me at the hanging- [begin page 453] bout outside of London, and had straightwayⒶalteration in the MS resumed her old place at my side in the placidest way and as of right. I was a New Englander, and in my opinion this sort of partnershipⒶalteration in the MS would compromise her, sooner or later. She couldn’t see how, but I cut argument short and we had a wedding.

Now I didn’t know I was drawing a prize, yet that was what I did draw.Ⓐalteration in the MS Within the twelvemonth I became her worshiper; and ours was the dearest and perfectest comradeship that ever was. People talk about beautiful friendships between two persons of the same sex. What isⒶalteration in the MS the best of that sort, as compared with the friendship of man and wife, where the best impulses and highest ideals of both are the same? There is no placeⒶalteration in the MS for comparison between the two friendships; the one is earthly, the other divine.

In my dreams, along at first, I still wandered thirteen centuries away, and my unsatisfiedⒶalteration in the MS spirit went calling and harkingⒶalteration in the MS all up and down the unreplyingⒶalteration in the MS vacancies of a vanished world. Many a time Sandy heard that imploring cry come from my lips in my sleep.Ⓐalteration in the MS With a grand magnanimity she saddled that cry of mine upon our child, conceivingⒶalteration in the MS it to be the name of some lost darling of mine. It touched me to tears, and it also nearly knocked me off my feet, too,Ⓐalteration in the MS when she smiled upⒶalteration in the MS inⒶalteration in the MS my face for an earned reward, and played her quaint and prettyⒶemendation surprise upon me:

“The name of one who was dear to theeⒶalteration in the MS is here preserved, here made holy, and the music of it will abide alway in our ears. Now thou’lt kiss me, as knowing the name I have given the child.”

But I didn’tⒶemendation know it, all the same.Ⓐalteration in the MS I hadn’t an idea in the world; but it would have been cruel to confess it and spoil her pretty game; so I never let on, butⒶalteration in the MS said:

“Yes, I know, sweetheart—how dear and good it is of you, too! But I want to hear these lips of yours, which are also mine, utter it first—then its music will be perfect.”

Pleased to the marrow, she murmured—Ⓐalteration in the MS

“ Hello-Central Ⓐemendation!”

I didn’t laugh—I am always thankful for that—but the strain ruptured every cartilage in me, and for weeks afterward I could hear my bones clack when I walked. She never found out her mistake. The first time she heard that form of salute used at the telephone she was surprised, and not pleased; but I told her I had given order for it:Ⓐalteration in the MS that thenceforthⒶrejected substantive Ⓐalteration in the MS and forever the telephone must be alwaysⒶrejected substantive invoked with [begin page 454]

that reverent formality, in perpetual honor and remembrance of my lost friend and her small namesake. This was not true. But it answered.

Well, during two weeks and a half we watched by the crib, and in our deep solicitude we were unconscious of any world outside of that sick-room. Then our reward came: the centre of the universe turned the corner and began to mend. Grateful? It isn’t the term. There isn’t any term for it. You know that, yourself, if you’ve watched your child through the Valley of the Shadow and seen it come back to life and sweep night out of the earth with one all-illuminating smile that you could cover with your hand.

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Why, we were back in this world in one instant!Ⓐalteration in the MS Then weⒶalteration in the MS looked the same startled thought into each other’s eyesⒶalteration in the MS at the same moment: more than two weeks gone, and that ship not back yet!

In another minute I appeared in the presence of my train. They had been steeped in troubled bodings all this time—their faces showed it. I called an escort and we galloped five miles to a hill-top overlooking the sea. Where was my great commerce that so lately had made these glisteringⒶrejected substantive expanses populous and beautiful with its white-winged flocks? Vanished, every one! Not a sail, from vergeⒶalteration in the MS to verge, not a smoke-bank—just a dead and empty solitude, in place of all that brisk and breezy life.

I went swiftly back, saying not a word to anybody. I told Sandy this ghastly news. We could imagine no explanation that would begin to explain. Had there been an invasion? an earthquakeⒶemendation Ⓐtextual note? a pestilence?Ⓐalteration in the MS Had the nation been swept out of existence? But guessing was profitless. I must go—at once. IⒶalteration in the MS borrowed the king’s navy—a “ship” no bigger than a steam-launch—and was soon ready.

The parting—ah, yes, that was hard. As I was devouring the child with last kisses,Ⓐalteration in the MS it brisked up and jabbered out its vocabulary!—the first time in moreⒶalteration in the MS than two weeks, and it madeⒶalteration in the MS fools of us for joy. The darling mispronunciationsⒶrejected substantive of childhood!— dear meⒶemendation,Ⓐalteration in the MS there’s no music that can touch it; and how one grieves when it wastes away and dissolves into correctness, knowing it will never visit his bereaved ear again. Well, how good it was, to be able to carry that graciousⒶalteration in the MS memory away with me!Ⓐalteration in the MS

I approached England the next morning,Ⓐalteration in the MS with the wide highway ofⒶalteration in the MS [begin page 456] salt water all to myself. There were ships in the harbor, at Dover,Ⓐalteration in the MS but they were naked, as to sails, and there was no sign of life about them. It was Sunday; yet at Canterbury the streets were empty; strangest of all, there was not even a priest in sight, and no stroke of a bell fell upon my ear. The mournfulness of death was everywhere. I couldn’t understand it. At last, in the further edge of that town I saw a small funeral procession—just a family and a few friends following a coffin—no priest; a funeral without bell, book or candle; there was a church there, close at hand,Ⓐalteration in the MS but they passed it by, weeping, and did not enter it; I glanced up at the belfry, and there hung the bell, shrouded in black, and its tongue tied back. Now I knew! Now I understood the stupendous calamity that had overtaken England. Invasion? Invasion is a triviality to it. It was the Interdict Ⓐalteration in the MS Ⓔexplanatory note!

I asked no questions; I didn’t need to ask any. The Church had struck; the thing for me to do was to get into a disguise, and go warily. OneⒶalteration in the MS of my servants gave me a suit of his clothes, and when we were safe beyond the town I put them on, and from that time I traveled alone; I could not risk the embarrassment of company.

A miserable journey. A desolate silence everywhere. Even in London itself.Ⓐemendation Traffic had ceased; men did not talk or laugh, or go in groups, or even in couples; they moved aimlessly about, each man by himself, with his head down, and woe and terror at his heart. The Tower showed recent war-scars.Ⓐalteration in the MS Verily, much had been happening.Ⓐemendation

Of course I meant to take the train for Camelot. Train! Why, the station was as vacant as a cavern.Ⓐalteration in the MS I moved on. The journey to Camelot was a repetition of what I had already seen. The Monday and the TuesdayⒶemendation differed in no way from the Sunday.Ⓐalteration in the MS I arrived far in the night. From being the best electric-lighted town in the kingdom, and the most like a recumbentⒶemendation sun of anything you ever saw, it was become simply a blot—a blot upon darkness—that is to say, it was darker and solider than the rest of the darkness, and so you could see it a little better; it madeⒶalteration in the MS me feel as if maybe it was symbolical—Ⓐalteration in the MS a sortⒶalteration in the MS of signⒶemendation Ⓐtextual note that the Church was going to keep Ⓐemendation the upper hand, now, and snuff out all myⒶemendation beautiful civilization just like that. IⒶalteration in the MS found no life stirring in the sombre streets. I groped my way with a heavy heartⒶalteration in the MS. The vast castle loomed black upon the hill-topⒶemendation, not a spark visible about it. The drawbridge was down, the great gate stood wide, I entered without challenge, my own heels making the only sound I heard—and it was sepulchral enough, in those huge vacant courts.