Amongst the shadows it seemed that the Presence was gravely waiting.

As Olva held Margaret in his arms he felt that he was fighting to keep her.
In the dark hollow of the mirror he thought that he saw the long white road, the mists, the little wood and some one running.

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It seemed to him that Margaret was not there, that the room was dark and very heavy, that some bell was ringing in his ear.