Yrs of aje Plese do come again sir it has been a pleasure to make your But fuk yr anshient frends (do not bring them agin) who kome to ogle and mok me and ask me to swindle no that is not the werd slender slander that wich I am doing. Wich is no more than what they are doing. Is it not so? What I am doing, if I only cary on fathefully, will, I am sure, bring about that longed-for return to Green grass kind looks.
elise traynor
XIV.
Leaving that place the lad went quiet.
That will happen to me? he said.
It most certainly will, Mr. Vollman said.
It is—it is somewhat happening already, the Reverend added delicately.
roger bevins iii We had reached the place where the dirt path drops down.
the reverend everly thomas Near Freeley. Near Stevens. Near the four infant Nesbitts and their head-bent Angel.
roger bevins iii Near Masterton. Near Ambusti. Near the obelisk and the three benches and the high-mounted bust of arrogant Merridale.
hans vollman
I believe, then, that I must do as you say, the boy said.
Good lad, said Mr. Vollman.
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XV.
We embraced the boy at the door of his white stone home.
hans vollman He gave us a shy smile, not untouched by trepidation at what was to come.
the reverend everly thomas Go on, Mr. Bevins said gently. It is for the best.
hans vollman Off you go, Mr. Vollman said. Nothing left for you here.
roger bevins iii Goodbye then, the lad said.
Nothing scary about it, Mr. Bevins said. Perfectly natural.
hans vollman Then it happened.
roger bevins iii An extraordinary occurrence.
hans vollman Unprecedented, really.
the reverend everly thomas The boy’s gaze moved past us.
hans vollman
He seemed to catch sight of something beyond.
roger bevins iii His face lit up with joy.
hans vollman Father, he said.
the reverend everly thomas
XVI.
An exceedingly tall and unkempt fellow was making his way toward us through the darkness.
hans vollman
This was highly irregular. It was after hours; the front gate would be locked.
the reverend everly thomas
The boy had been delivered only that day. That is to say, the man had most likely been here— roger bevins iii
Quite recently.
hans vollman
That afternoon.
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Highly irregular.
the reverend everly thomas
The gentleman seemed lost. Several times he stopped, looked about, retraced his steps, reversed course.
hans vollman
He was softly sobbing.
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He was not sobbing. My friend remembers incorrectly. He was winded. He did not sob.
hans vollman
He was softly sobbing, his sadness aggravated by his mounting frustration at being lost.
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He moved stiffly, all elbows and knees.
the reverend everly thomas
Bursting out of the doorway, the lad took off running toward the man, look of joy on his face.
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Which turned to consternation when the man failed to sweep him up in his arms as, one gathered, must have been their custom.
the reverend everly thomas
The boy instead passing through the man, as the man continued to walk toward the white stone home, sobbing.
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He was not sobbing. He was very much under control and moved with great dignity and certainty of— hans vollman
He was fifteen yards away now, headed directly toward us.
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The Reverend suggested we yield the path.
hans vollman
The Reverend having strong feelings about the impropriety of allowing oneself to be passed through.
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The man reached the white stone home and let himself in with a key, the lad then following him in.
hans vollman
Mr. Bevins, Mr. Vollman, and I, concerned for the boy’s welfare, moved into the doorway.
the reverend everly thomas
The man then did something—I do not quite know how to— hans vollman
He was a large fellow. Quite strong, apparently. Strong enough to be able to slide the boy’s— the reverend everly thomas
Sick-box.
hans vollman
The man slid the box out of the slot in the wall, and set it down upon the floor.
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And opened it.
hans vollman
Kneeling before the box, the man looked down upon that which— the reverend everly thomas
He looked down upon the lad’s supine form in the sick-box.
hans vollman
Yes.
the reverend everly thomas
At which point, he sobbed.
hans vollman
He had been sobbing all along.
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He emitted a single, heartrending sob.
hans vollman
Or gasp. I heard it as more of a gasp. A gasp of recognition.
the reverend everly thomas
Of recollection.
hans vollman
Of suddenly remembering what had been lost.
the reverend everly thomas
And touched the face and hair fondly.
hans vollman
As no doubt he had many times done when the boy was— roger bevins iii
Less sick.
hans vollman