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On the comb of the hill where his adventure had begun and culminated -- it seemed to him now like historic ground -- Edward Lynde reined in Mary, to take a parting look at the village nestled in the plain below. Already the afternoon light was withdrawing from the glossy chestnuts and drooping elms, and the twilight -- it crept into the valley earlier than elsewhere -- was weaving its half invisible webs under the eaves and about the gables of the houses. But the two red towers of the asylum reached up into the mellow radiance of the waning sun, and stood forth boldly. They were the last objects his gaze rested upon, and to them alone his eyes sent a farewell.
"Poor little thing! poor little Queen of Sheba! " he said softly. Then the ridge rose between him and the village, and shut him out forever.