And when Haggart is afraid, it is real terror.

Very well, I will tell Haggart everything you have said." "Adjust my cloak; my shoulder is cold.

But it always seems to me that the light over there is going out.

You called it the lighthouse of the Holy Cross, if I am not mistaken ?" "Yes, it is called so here." "Aha! It is called so here." Silence.
"Must I go now ?" asks Haggart.
"Yes, go." "And you will remain here ?" "I will remain here." Haggart retreats several steps.
"Good-bye, sir." "Good-bye, Haggart." Again the cobblestones rattle under his cautious steps; without looking back, Haggart climbs the steep rocks.
Of what great sorrow speaks this night?
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