'How beautiful! too beautiful!' said Graeme, stretching out his arms. 'A
night like this takes the heart out of me.'
I stood silent, drinking in at every sense the night with its wealth of
loveliness.
'What is it I want?' he went on. 'Why does the night make my heart ache?
There are things to see and things to hear just beyond me; I cannot get
to them.' The gay, careless look was gone from his face, his dark eyes
were wistful with yearning.
'I often wonder if life has nothing better for me,' he continued with
his heartache voice.
I said no word, but put my arm within his. A light appeared in the
stable. Glad of a diversion, I said, 'What is the light? Let us go and
see.'
'Sandy, taking a last look at his team, like enough.'
We walked slowly toward the stable, speaking no word. As we neared the
door we heard the sound of a voice in the monotone of one reading. I
stepped forward and looked through a chink between the logs. Graeme was
about to open the door, but I held up my hand and beckoned him to me.
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