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Did she complete what he began? With equal
complacence she saw his misery, his meanness, and
his torture. That dream, then, of sharing, comp-
leting, of / finding in solitude on the beach an answer
was then but a reflection in a mirror, and the mirror
itself was but the surface glassiness which forms
in quiescence when the nobler powers sleep
beneath? Impatient, despairing yet loth to go
(for beauty offers her lures, has her consolations),
to pace the beach was impossible; contemplation
was unendurable; the mirror was broken.
.[    (Mr. Carmichael brought out a volume of
poems that spring, which had an unexpected
success;. dueThe war, people said, to the revival of poetry
owing to the war.) had revived their interest in
poetry.]

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    Night after night, summer and winter, the
torment of storms, the arrow-like stillness of fine
weather, held their court without interference.
Listening (had there been any one to listen) from
the upper rooms of the empty house only gigantic
chaos streaked with lightning could have been
heard tumbling and tossing, as the winds and
waves disported themselves like the amorphous
bulks of leviathans whose brows are pierced by
no light of reason, and mounted one on top of
another, and lunged and plunged in the darkness

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