Why did n't you write ? We would have met you . '' `` I could n't write somehow , Anne . It seemed so futile to try to say anything with pen and ink . And I wanted to get back quietly and unobserved . '' Anne put her arms about Leslie and kissed her . Leslie returned the kiss warmly . She looked pale and tired , and she gave a little sigh as she dropped down on the grasses beside a great bed of daffodils that were gleaming through the pale , silvery twilight like golden stars . `` And you have come home alone , Leslie ? '' `` Yes . George Moore 's sister came to Montreal and took him home with her . Poor fellow , he was sorry to part with me -- though I was a stranger to him when his memory first came back . He clung to me in those first hard days when he was trying to realise that Dick 's death was not the thing of yesterday that it seemed to him . It was all very hard for him . I helped him all I could . When his sister came it was easier for him , because it seemed to him only the other day that he had seen her last . Fortunately she had not changed much , and that helped him , too . '' `` It is all so strange and wonderful , Leslie . I think we none of us realise it yet . '' `` I can not .
When I went into the house over there an hour ago , I felt that it MUST be a dream -- that Dick must be there , XXXXX his childish smile , as he had been for so long .
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