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her mouth。 From behind it she murmured； 〃And you have been
hearing this ever since you left me； Clark？〃 Her question was the
gentlest and saddest of reproaches。
The second half of the program consisted of four numbers from the
Ring； and closed with Siegfried's funeral march。 My
aunt wept quietly； but almost continuously； as a shallow vessel
overflows in a rainstorm。 From time to time her dim eyes looked
up at the lights which studded the ceiling； burning softly under
their dull glass globes； doubtless they were stars in truth to
her。 I was still perplexed as to what measure of musical
comprehension was left to her； she who had heard nothing but the
singing of gospel hymns at Methodist services in the square frame
schoolhouse on Section Thirteen for so many years。 I was wholly
unable to gauge how much of it had been dissolved in soapsuds； or
worked into bread； or milked into the bottom of a pail。
The deluge of sound poured on and on； I never knew what she
found in the shining current of it； I never knew how far it bore
her； or past what happy islands。 From the trembling of her face
I could well believe that before the last numbers she had been
carried out where the myriad graves are； into the gray；
nameless burying grounds of the sea； or into some world of death
vaster yet； where； from the beginning of the world； hope has lain
down with hope and dream with dream and； renouncing； slept。
The concert was over； the people filed out of the hall
chattering and laughing； glad to relax and find the living level
again； but my kinswoman made no effort to rise。 The harpist
slipped its green felt cover over his instrument； the flute
players shook the water from their mouthpieces； the men of the
orchestra went out one by one； leaving the stage to the chairs
and music stands； empty as a winter cornfield。
I spoke to my aunt。 She burst into tears and sobbed pleadingly。
〃I don't want to go； Clark； I don't want to go！〃
I understood。 For her； just outside the door of the concert
hall； lay the black pond with the cattle…tracked bluffs； the
tall； unpainted house； with weather…curled boards； naked as a
tower； the crook…backed ash seedlings where the dishcloths hung
to dry； the gaunt； molting turkeys picking up refuse about the
kitchen door。
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