“Nor was I deceived. When I raised my head I saw Annie, smiling and radiant, holding out her arms to me. But how find words for what remains to tell? How express the ineffable? And is it permissible to reveal such mysteries of love?
“Clearly when Mr. B—— said to me, ‘Live with Annie as a husband with his wife!’ he knew that love is stronger than death.
“Learn, then, my friend, that from that hour of forgiveness and joy my Annie has returned nightly to my side distilling celestial odours.”
He spoke with appalling exaltation.
We had slackened our pace. He stopped in front of a hotel of Moorish exterior.
“This is where I live,” he said. “Do you see that window on the second floor with the light in it? She is waiting for me.”
He left me abruptly.
Eight days later I learned from the newspapers of the sudden death of Leslie Wood, former correspondent of the World.
GESTAS