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

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'Now!' he heard the tiny singing voice, 'we can be alone. Your body's tired. I can get closer to you.'

'I've felt you by me all day, though,' he said, as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

'Of course,' came the answering whisper, soft as moonlight, 'because I never left you for a single moment. I was in everything you did—in your very words. Once or twice, I even got into mother too, through you and made her feel better. Wasn't that splendid?'

Paul longed to give the child one of his old hugs—to feel her little warm and sunny body pressed against his own. Instead, her laughter echoed suddenly all about the room.

'That's impossible now! 'he heard. 'I'm ever so much closer this way. You'll soon get used to it, you know!'

This spontaneous laughter was the music to which all their talks were set. He laughed too, and blew the candles out.

'I tried very hard to say the true things,' he murmured, referring to her remark about comforting his sister.

'I know you did. That's how I got into her—through you. You must go on and on trying. In the end we'll get her all soft and happy again. She'll feel me without knowing it.'