I have only come to keep a tryst . '' The words reminded me of something , but I could not recall what it was . The strange fear that was on me deepened . I could not speak . She came through the gateway and stood for a moment at my side . `` It is strange that you should have seen me , '' she said , `` but now behold how strong and beautiful a thing is faithful love -- strong enough to conquer death . We who have loved truly love always -- and this makes our heaven . '' She walked on after she had spoken , down the long rose path . I watched her until she reached the house and went up the steps . In truth I thought the girl was someone not quite in her right mind . When I reached home I did not speak of the matter to anyone , not even to inquire who the girl might possibly be . There seemed to be something in that strange meeting that demanded my silence . The next morning word came that old Mr. Lawrence was dead . When I hurried down to Woodlands I found all in confusion , but Mrs. Yeats took me into the blue parlour and told me what little there was to tell . `` He must have died soon after you left him , Miss Jeanette , '' she sobbed , `` for Mrs. Stewart wakened at ten o'clock and he was gone . He lay there , smiling , with such a strange look on his face as if he had just seen something that made him wonderfully happy . I never saw such a look on a dead face before . '' `` Who is here besides Mrs. Stewart ? '' I asked . `` Nobody , '' said Mrs. Yeats .
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