"I laid aside the evening paper and stood up, thinking about dressing for dinner, when my eyes happened to fall on the camera.

It occurred to me that I might as well unload it, let the unused film go, and send the roll to be developed and printed; and I picked up the camera--" "Yes," said the Tracer softly.
"I picked it up and was starting toward the window where there remained enough daylight to see by--" The Tracer nodded gently.
"Then I saw _her_!" said Harren under his breath.
"Where ?" "There--standing by that window.

You can see the window and curtain in the photograph." The Tracer gazed intently at the picture.
"She looked at me," said Harren, steadying his voice.

"She was as real as you are, and she stood there, smiling faintly, her dark, lovely eyes meeting mine." "Did you speak ?" "No." "How long did she remain there ?" "I don't know--time seemed to stop--the world--everything grew still.
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