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behindtheglass.Deathwastheglass;deathwas
betweenus;comingtothewomanfirst,hundreds
ofyearsago,leavingthehouse,sealingallthe
windows;theroomsweredarkened.Heleftit,lefther,
wentNorth,wentEast,sawthestarsturnedinthe
Southernsky;soughtthehouse,founditdropped
beneaththeDowns.“Safe,safe,safe,”thepulseofthe
housebeatgladly.“TheTreasureyours.”
Thewindroarsuptheavenue.Treesstoopandbend
thiswayandthat.Moonbeamssplashandspillwildly
intherain.Butthebeamofthelampfallsstraightfrom
thewindow.Thecandleburnsstiffandstill.Wandering
throughthehouse,openingthewindows,whispering
nottowakeus,theghostlycoupleseektheirjoy.
“Hereweslept,”shesays.Andheadds,“Kisses
withoutnumber.”“Wakinginthemorning–”“Silver
betweenthetrees–”“Upstairs–”“Inthegarden–”
“Whensummercame–”“Inwintersnowtime–”The
doorsgoshuttingfarinthedistance,gentlyknocking
likethepulseofaheart.
Nearertheycome;ceaseatthedoorway.Thewind
falls,therainslidessilverdowntheglass.Oureyes
darken;wehearnostepsbesideus;weseenolady
spreadherghostlycloak.Hishandsshieldthelantern.
“Look,”hebreathes.“Soundasleep.Loveupontheir
lips.”
Stooping,holdingtheirsilverlampaboveus,long
theylookanddeeply.Longtheypause.Thewinddrives
straightly;theflamestoopsslightly.Wildbeams
ofmoonlightcrossbothfloorandwall,and,meeting,
stainthefacesbent;thefacespondering;thefacesthat
searchthesleepersandseektheirhiddenjoy.
“Safe,safe,safe,”theheartofthehousebeats
proudly.“Longyears–”hesighs.“Againyoufoundme.”
“Here,”shemurmurs,“sleeping;inthegarden
reading;laughing,rollingapplesintheloft.Here
weleftourtreasure–”Stooping,theirlightliftsthelids
uponmyeyes.“Safe!safe!safe!”thepulseofthehouse
beatswildly.Waking,Icry“Oh,isthisyourburied