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Chapter 39

           IfIcouldbutseeher,Ithought,IshouldknowsomethingIhadneverhithertoguessed!"Lift,ohlifttheshroudingveil,SpiritoftheCityBeautiful!"Iinwardlyprayed—"ForIfeelIshallreadinyoureyesthesecretofhappiness!"

           Buttheveilwasnotwithdrawn,...themusicmadebarbaricclamourinmyears,...theblazeofstronglightandcolourblindedme,...andIfeltmyselfreelingintoadarkchaos,whereasIimagined,Ichasedthemoon,assheflewbeforemeonsilverwingsthen...thesoundofarichbaritonetrollingoutalightsongfromafamiliarmodernoperabouffeconfusedandstartledme——andinanothersecondIfoundmyselfstaringwildlyatLucio,who,lyingeasilybackinhisdeck-chair,wascarollingjoyouslytothesilentnightandtheblankexpanseofsandyshore,infrontofwhichourdahabeahrestedmotionless.WithacryIflungmyselfuponhim.

           "Whereisshe?"Iexclaimed—"Whoisshe?"

           Helookedatmewithoutreplying,andsmilingquizzically,releasedhimselffrommysuddengrasp.Idrewbackshudderingandbewildered.

           "Isawitall!"Imurmured—"ThecitytheprieststhepeopletheKing!——allbutHerface!Whywasthathiddenfromme!"

           AndactualtearsrosetomyeyesinvoluntarilyLuciosurveyedmewithevidentamusement.

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