The great flash-light on Wonder Head broke out in brilliancy, faded,
died to a cinder, grew perceptible again, and again blazed blindingly in
its endless monotonous routine; far lights twinkled on the Sound, and
farther away still, at sea. Then the majestic velvety shadow of the
Hither Woods fell over them; and they passed in among the trees, the
lamps of the depot wagon shining golden in the forest gloom.
Selwyn turned instinctively to the young girl beside him. Her face was
in shadow, but she responded with the slightest movement toward him:
"This dusk is satisfying--like sleep--this wide, quiet shadow over the
world. Once--and not so very long ago--I thought it a pity that the sun
should ever set. . . . I wonder if I am growing old--because I feel the
least bit tired to-night. For the first time that I can remember a day
has been a little too long for me."
She evidently did not ascribe her slight sense of fatigue to the scene
on the veranda; perhaps she was too innocent to surmise that any
physical effect could follow that temporary stress of emotion.
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