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Out of the dusk which lingered on the earth, while in the sky the light was approaching, a lark sprang up and, soaring above the darkness, sang by Beechknoll. It was a very early morning in May, and Felise, in her dressing-gown, had stolen quietly to the window, and sat there watching the dawn. Martial was sleeping. They had come down for awhile to be with Mr., Goring, who was lonely even among his trees. The man slept; the woman, wakeful in her happiness, stole to the window where she had so often sat of old time.
Upon the ground there lay a stratum of darkness which seemed scarcely to rise so high as the eaves -- a darkness visible like a mist, thickening in the corners and by the trees. Through this the lark soaring sang in the clear air above.