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SPEID stood at the corner of a field, in the place from which he had / looked up the river with Barclay on the day of his arrival. His steps / were now often turned in that direction, for the line of the Morphie / woods acted as a magnet to his gaze. Since the day he had spoken so / freely to Granny Stirk he had not once met Cecilia, and he was weary. / It was since he had last seen her that he had discovered his own heart.
Away where the Lour lost itself in the rich land, was the casket that / held the jewel he coveted. He put his hand up to his cheek-bone. He was / glad that he would carry that scar on it to his death, for it was an / eternal reminder of the night when he had first beheld her under the / branches, as they walked in the torchlight to Morphie House. He had not / been able to examine her face till it looked into his own in the mirror / as she put the plaster on his cheek. That was a moment which he had / gone over, again and again, in his mind. It is one of the strangest / things in life that we do not recognise its turning-points till we have / passed them.