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He laughed incredulously.
"I am glad that it is not true. . . . I am glad," she said. "Oh, Phil!
Phil!--for a single one of the chances we had again and again and
again!--and we did not know--we did not know! And yet--there were
moments--"
Dry-lipped he looked at her, and dry of eye and lip she raised her head
and stared at him--through him--far beyond at the twin ghosts floating
under the tropic stars locked fast in their first embrace.
Then she rose, blindly, covering her face with her hands, and he
stumbled to his feet, shrinking back from her--because dead fires were
flickering again, and the ashes of dead roses stirred above the scented
embers--and the magic of all the East was descending like a veil upon
them, and the Phantom of the Past drew nearer, smiling, wide-armed,
crowned with living blossoms.
The tide rose, swaying her where she stood; her hands fell from her
face. Between them the grave they had dug seemed almost filled with
flowers now--was filling fast.


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