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 , with his childish smile , as he had been for so long . Anne , I seem stunned yet . I 'm not glad or sorry -- or ANYTHING . I feel as if something had been torn suddenly out of my life and left a terrible hole . I feel as if I could n't be I -- as if I must have changed into somebody else and could n't get used to it . It gives me a horrible lonely , dazed , helpless feeling .
It 's good XXXXX see you again -- it seems as if you were a sort of anchor for my drifting soul .
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