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'Tread softly. We're in a lost forest—just before the dawn,' he heard her voice answer faintly.

'A forest underground? You mean a coal measure?' he asked in amazement.

She made no answer. 'I think we're going to see the wind,' she added presently.

Her words thrilled him inexplicably. It was as if—in that other world of gross values—some one had said, 'You're going to make a million!' It was all hushed and soft and subdued. Everything had a coating of plush.

'We've gone backwards somewhere—a great many years. But it's all right. There's no time in dreams.'

'It's dreadfully dark,' he whispered, tripping again.

The persuasion of her little hand led him along over roots and through places of deep moss. Great spaces, he felt, were about him. Shadows coated everything with silence. It was like the vast primeval forests of his country across the seas. The map of the world had somehow shifted, and here, in little England, he found the freedom of those splendid scenes of desolation that he craved. Millions of huge trees reared up about them through the gloom, and he felt their presence, though invisible.