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The glamour
of the magician was upon him. Perhaps behind the stars there were
terrors, too. But who, looking upon them, could believe it? Detail
might create a picture; its withdrawal let in upon the soul the spirit
light of the true magic.
It was a mistake to search too much, to draw too near, to seek always
to see clearly.
The Night taught that in Italy, and many things not to be clothed with
words.
Reluctantly at last he lifted his arms from the balcony rail and got
up to leave the restaurant. He dreaded the bustle of the street. As he
came out into it he heard the sharp "Ting! Ting!" of a tram-bell
higher up the hill, and stepped aside to let the tram go by. Idly he
looked at it as it approached. He was still in the vague, the almost
sentimental mood that had come upon him with the night. The tram came
up level with him and slipped slowly by. There was a number of people
in it, but on the last seat one woman sat alone. He saw her clearly as
she passed, and recognized Hermione.


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