Her eyes would be dreamy and far-away until Alec would flash his welcome . How that used to torture me ! But now I like to remember it . And her pretty soft foreign voice and little white hands . She died after she had lived here a year . They buried her and her baby in the graveyard of that little chapel over the harbour where the bell rings every evening . She used to like sitting here and listening to it . Alec lived a long while after , but he never married again . He 's gone now , and nobody remembers Mercedes but me . '' Abel lapsed into a reverie -- a tryst with the past which I would not disturb . I thought he did not notice my departure , but as I opened the gate he stood up and waved his hand . Three days later I went again to the old garden by the harbour shore . There was a red light on a distant sail . In the far west a sunset city was built around a great deep harbour of twilight . Palaces were there and bannered towers of crimson and gold . The air was full of music ; there was one music of the wind and another of the waves , and still another of the distant bell from the chapel near which Mercedes slept . The garden was full of ripe odours and warm colours . The Lombardies around it were tall and sombre like the priestly forms of some mystic band . Abel was sitting in the hop-vine arbour ; beside him Captain Kidd slept . I thought Abel was asleep , too ; his head leaned against the trellis and his eyes were shut .
But when I reached the XXXXX I saw that he was not asleep .
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