The gong will go at seven-thirty. To walk beside him, dressed akin to him, rucksacked and companionable, was bliss in itself; each step she took was like stepping once more across the threshold of heaven. "Mother!" she echoed,—"mother! why do you call me by that name?" "Because you are my mother. He looked half at her and half at the sky.
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