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The Climax of the d’Anconias
Theylookedfaroutintothedistance,buttheysawnothingaheadexceptahazeoflight.
WhenFranciscoleft,thatsummer,shethoughtthathisdeparturewaslikethecrossingofafrontierwhichendedhischildhood:hewastostartcollege,thatfall.Herturnwouldcomenext.Shefeltaneagerimpatiencetouchedbytheexcitementoffear,asifhehadleapedintoanunknowndanger.Itwaslikethemoment,yearsago,whenshehadseenhimdivefirstfromarockintotheHudson,hadseenhimvanishundertheblackwaterandhadstood,knowingthathewouldreappearinaninstantandthatitwouldthenbeherturntofollow.
Shedismissedthefear;dangers,toFrancisco,weremerelyopportunitiesforanotherbrilliantperformance;therewerenobattleshecouldlose,noenemiestobeathim.Andthenshethoughtofaremarkshehadheardafewyearsearlier.Itwasastrangeremark—anditwasstrangethatthewordshadremainedinhermind,eventhoughshehadthoughtthemsenselessatthetime.Themanwhosaiditwasanoldprofessorofmathematics,afriendofherfather,whocametotheircountryhouseforjustthatonevisit.Shelikedhisface,andshecouldstillseethepeculiarsadnessinhiseyeswhenhesaidtoherfatheroneevening,sittingontheterraceinthefadinglight,pointingtoFrancisco’sfigureinthegarden,"Thatboyisvulnerable.Hehastoogreatacapacityforjoy.Whatwillhedowithitinaworldwherethere’ssolittleoccasionforit?"
FranciscowenttoagreatAmericanschool,whichhisfatherhadchosenforhimlongago.