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Evening. There was autumn in the air, and we could hear the wind buffeting the tombstones and the rain beating down on the tansies. I walked round and round the house, stopping at the turnstile-gate in the rain every now and again to listen for footsteps, as if I were expecting someone; because his parting words to me that morning had been, "Stay at home so that you can be found if you are needed. " But there was no one about – at the most, perhaps, the occasional person hurrying home down to Grímstaaholt; until at last the girl came running up. She stopped outside the turnstile-gate in the rain and called my name. I had had more than a suspicion that things were going to turn out something like this.
"He's not singing! " she said.