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"I see thee not, I clasp thee not; / Yet feel I thou art nigh. " / _To the Summer Wind._ -- SIR NOEL PATON
Yes -- he heard it again, and this time it sounded almost like voices speaking. He turned to the side whence it came, and to his surprise, in the all but darkness, there glimmered for an instant or two a sudden light. It was scarcely indeed to be called light; it was more like the reflection of faint colour on the dark background.