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Very soon they had lost sight of the inn and the magic of the night was all about them, a night of vasty stillness wherein the leaves hung motionless and none moved but themselves, and with no sound to break the slumberous quiet save the tread of their feet. Before them stretched the tree-bordered road leading away and away to distances vague and mysterious, a silvery causeway fretted by purple-black shadows, with, to right and left, a wide prospect of rolling, wooded country.
Sir John walked in serene and silent contemplation of earth and heaven until his companion, as though awed by the all-pervading stillness, drew a little nearer and spoke in hushed voice: