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'Of course,' he laughed in return, like a boy in mid-mischief, 'that's your privilege, isn't it? My name, then, is'

But there he stuck fast. It seemed so foolish to give the name he owned in that other tinsel world; it was merely a disguise like a frock-coat or evening dress, or the absurd uniform he had once assumed to deceive the children with. He almost felt ashamed of the name he was known by in that world!

'Well?' she asked slyly, 'and have you forgotten it quite? '

'I'm the Man who saw the Wind, for one thing,' he said at length; 'and, after that, well—I suppose I'm the man who's been looking for you without knowing it all his life! Now do you know me?' he concluded triumphantly.

'You foolish creature! Of course I know you!'

She came closer; the sunshine and the odour of the flowers seemed to come with her. 'It's you who couldn't find me! I've been waiting for you to claim me ever since—either of us can remember.'

A queer, faint rush of memory rose upon him from the depths—and was gone. For an instant it seemed that her face half cleared.