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With her his imagination ran riot and that is why they rode to the highest hill and watched an evil moon ride high, for they knew then that they could see the devil in each other. But Eleanor—did Amory dream her? Afterward their ghosts played, yet both of them hoped from their souls never to meet. Was it the infinite sadness of her eyes that drew him or the mirror of himself that he found in the gorgeous clarity of her mind? She will have no other adventure like Amory, and if she reads this she will say:

“And Amory will have no other adventure like me.”

Nor will she sigh, any more than he would sigh.

Eleanor tried to put it on paper once:

“The fading things we only know

We’ll have forgotten …

Put away …

Desires that melted with the snow,

And dreams begotten

This to-day:

The sudden dawns we laughed to greet,

That all could see, that none could share,

Will be but dawns … and if we meet

We shall not care.

Dear … not one tear will rise for this …

A little while hence

No regret

Will stir for a remembered kiss—