That was what told me he was Dick Moore when I saw him first down in Cuby . If it had n't a-bin for his eyes I might n't a-known him , with his beard and fat . You know , I reckon , that it was me found him and brought him home . Miss Cornelia always says I should n't have done it , but I ca n't agree with her . It was the RIGHT thing to do -- and so 't was the only thing . There ai n't no question in my mind about THAT . But my old heart aches for Leslie . She 's only twenty-eight and she 's eaten more bread with sorrow than most women do in eighty years . '' They walked on in silence for a little while . Presently Anne said , `` Do you know , Captain Jim , I never like walking with a lantern . I have always the strangest feeling that just outside the circle of light , just over its edge in the darkness , I am surrounded by a ring of furtive , sinister things , watching me from the shadows with hostile eyes . I 've had that feeling from childhood . What is the reason ? I never feel like that when I 'm really in the darkness -- when it is close all around me -- I 'm not the least frightened . '' `` I 've something of that feeling myself , '' admitted Captain Jim . `` I reckon when the darkness is close to us it is a friend . But when we sorter push it away from us -- divorce ourselves from it , so to speak , with lantern light -- it becomes an enemy . But the fog is lifting . `` There 's a smart west wind rising , if you notice . The stars will be out when you get home . ''
They were out ; and when XXXXX re-entered her house of dreams the red embers were still glowing on the hearth , and all the haunting presences were gone .
't Anne Cornelia Jim Leslie Moore a-bin first sorter years