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"He was the deathless boy."
Suddenly those words started into Artois' mind. Had he read them
somewhere? For a moment he wondered. Or had he heard them? They seemed
to suggest speech, a voice whose intonations he knew. His mind was
still fatigued by work, and would not be commanded by his will.
Keeping his eyes fixed on the ethereal outline of Capri, he strove to
remember, to find the book which had contained these words and given
them to his eyes, or the voice that had spoken them and given them to
his ears.
"He was the deathless boy."
A piano-organ struck up below him, a little way up the hill to the
right, and above its hard accompaniment there rose a powerful tenor
voice singing. The song must have been struck forcibly upon some part
of his brain that was sleeping, must have summoned it to activity. For
instantly, ere the voice had sung the first verse, he saw
imaginatively a mountain top in Sicily, evening light--such as was
then shining over and transfiguring Capri--and a woman, Hermione.


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