"I'm aware. I'm going to help you."
"South America—"
"I'm not wedded," said Fay, "to South American governments. There are a plenty of bridges to be built in the United States."
The grey-green silent heath stretched away to the shining sea. The grasses waved around and between the grey altars of the past, and the sky vaulted all, azure and splendid. Two sea-birds passed overhead with a long, clarion cry. Two butterflies hung poised upon a thistle beside them. The salt wind blew from the sea as it had blown against man and woman when these stones were raised. They sat and talked until the sun was low in the west, and then, hand in hand, walked back toward the village.
THE END
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Transcriber's Notes
Obvious errors of punctuation and diacritics repaired.