Читать книгу The Complete Works of Algernon Blackwood. Novels, Short Stories, Horror Classics, Occult & Supernatural Tales, Plays онлайн

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'I think you know most of it already,' he answered gently. 'It seems to me somehow that you have always known all the important things like that.'

'Oh, do you really? How splendid if I really did!' There was a slight break in her voice—ever so slight. 'I should so dreadfully like to help—if I could. It's so slow getting old enough to do anything.'

Paul turned his head up to her. It was too dim to see her body lying along the bough, but he could just make out her eyes peering down between the dark of the leaves, a yellow mist where her hair was, and all the rest hidden. Very eerie, very suggestive it was, to hear this little voice amid the dusk of the branches, putting his own thoughts into words. Were those tears that glistened in the round pools of blue, or was it the reflection of sunset and the coming stars that filtered past her through the thinning tree-top? Again he thought of that silver birch standing under the protection of the shaggy pine.

'Sing us something, Nixie,' rose the voice of Joan from below.