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DR. ADRIAAN
eyes, which had always remained young, there was seen a faint inflexion, of surprise, as though for the first time they had looked into the deeper life. His son kissed him, gently, went away, closed the door. And Van der Welcke's fingers continued to fumble with a newly-rolled cigarette. He forgot to light it. He stared in front of him. . . .
Outside the house the wind blew moaning along the walls and drew its tapping fingers along every window, as along a vast keyboard. . . .
Forgiveness, the very possibility of it, whirled before his staring eyes. . . .
