I swear it--it is true._" Well, I cannot set out that history afresh.

Moreover it is written; the man whom I trusted in the matter did not fail me, and the book he made of it seems to be known throughout the world, for I have found it here in English, yes, and read it first translated into Hindostani.

To it then I refer the curious.
In that house upon the desolate sea-shore of Cumberland, we dwelt a year, mourning the lost, seeking an avenue by which it might be found again and discovering none.

Here our strength came back to us, and Leo's hair, that had been whitened in the horror of the Caves, grew again from grey to golden.

His beauty returned to him also, so that his face was as it had been, only purified and saddened.
Well I remember that night--and the hour of illumination.