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pitching hay and gazing at her while she dabbled her fork in the thin leavings. The bright river, and their boat grounded on the shallows, and the swallows flitting over them ! And that long dance, with the feel of his hand between her shoulder-blades! Memories so sweet and sharp that she almost cried out. She saw again their dark grassy courtyard in the Abbey, and the white owl flying over them. The white owl ! Flying there again to-night, with no lovers on the grass below! She could only picture Cyril now as a brown atom in that swirling brown flood of men, flowing to a huge brown sea. Those cruel minutes on the platform, when she had searched and searched the walking wood for her one tree, seemed to have burned themselves into her eyes. Cyril was lost, she could not single him out, all blurred among those thousand other shapes. And suddenly she thought: `And I-I'm lost to him; he's never seen me at home, never seen me in London; he won't be able to imagine me. It's all in the past, only the past-for both of us. Is there anybody so unhappy?' And the town's voices-wheels, and passing feet, whistles, talk, laughter-seemed to answer callously: `Not one.' She looked at her wrist-watch; like his, it had luminous hands. 'Half-past ten' was greenishiy imprinted there. She got up in dismay. They would think she was lost, or run over, or something silly! She could not find an empty taxi, and began to walk, uncertain of her way at night. At last she stopped a policeman, and said: `Which is the way towards Bloomsbury, please; I can't find a taxi.' The man looked at her, and took time to think it over; then he said: `They're linin' up for the theatres,' and looked at her again. Something seemed to move in his mechanism: `I'm goin' that way, miss. If you like, you can step along with me.' Noel stepped along.
`The streets aren't what they ought to be,' the policeman said. `What with the darkness, and the war turning

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