Oh Barnabas, come to me! I want
you here beside me, for although the sky here is blue and
cloudless, away to the north where London lies, there is a
great, black shadow like the shadow of my dream, and
God keep all shadows from you, Barnabas. So come to
me--meet me to-morrow--there is a new moon. Come
to Oakshott's Barn at 7:30, and we will walk back to
the house together.
I am longing to see you, and yet I am a little afraid
also, because my love is not a quiet love or gentle, but
such a love as frightens me sometimes, because it has
grown so deep and strong.
This window, you may remember, faces north, and
now as I lift my eyes I can see that the shadow is still dark
over London, and very threatening. Come to me soon,
and that God may keep all shadows from you is the
prayer of
Your
CLEONE.
Now when he had finished reading, Barnabas sighed, and glancing up,
found the horsey person still busy with his straw, but now he took
it from his mouth, shook his head at it more sternly than ever,
dropped it upon the carpet and set his foot upon it; which done, he
turned and looked at Barnabas with a pair of very round, bright eyes.
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