And then, I HEARD a vision of heaven,
where evening shadows never fall: And after that came the end; just
certainty, and worship, and peace. You see the eventual theme,
worked out of all this. It was like making studies for a picture.
That was why you heard it over and over. I wasn't trying to
remember. I was gathering it into final form. I am awfully glad you
like it, Jane; because if I show you how the harmonies go, perhaps
you could write it down. And it would mean such a lot to me, if you
thought it worth singing. I could play the accompaniment--Hullo! Is
it beginning to rain? I felt a drop on my cheek, and another on my
hand."
No answer. Then he felt the heave, with which Jane caught her
breath; and realised that she was weeping.
In a moment he was on his knees in front of her. "Jane! Why, what is
the matter; Sweet? What on earth--? Have I said anything to trouble
you? Jane, what is it? O God, why can't I see her!"
Jane mastered her emotion; controlling her voice, with an immense
effort.
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