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Chapter 8 - (VERSO)

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into stars above the afterglow, and out to the east the moon was rising, and the sea beneath it was a thing of radiance and silver and glamour; and a little harbor boat that went sailing across it was transmuted into an elfin shallop from the coast of fairyland.

Mr. Leonard sighed as he turned from the sinless beauty of the sea and sky to the threshold of Naomi Clark’s house. It was very small—one room below, and a sleeping loft above; but a bed had been made up for the sick woman by the down-stairs window looking out on the harbour; and Naomi lay on it with a lamp burning at her


From "Each in His Own Tongue."