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lared, holding his hand straight out in front of him, pointing downward toward the half-hidden panorama. The boy shook his head. "For other people they would not count," he said. "They are for myself only. What I see would be invisible to you." "A matter of eyesight?" Rochester asked, with raised eyebrows. "Of imagination," the boy answered. "There is no necessity for you to look outside your own immediate surroundings to see beautiful things, unless you choose deliberately to make your life an ugly thing. With us it is different--with us who work for a living, who dwell in the cities, and who have no power to push back the wheels of life. If we are presumptuous enough to wish to take into our lives anything of the beautiful, anything to help us fight our daily battle against the commonplace, we have to create it for ourselves. That is why I am here just now, and why I was regretting, when I heard your footstep, that one finds it so hard to be alone." "So I am to be ordered off?" Rochester remarked, smiling. The boy did not answer. The man did not move. The minutes went by, and the silence remained unbroken. Below, the twilight seemed to be passing into night with unusual rapidity. It was a shapeless world now, a world of black and gray. More lights flashed out every few seconds. It was the boy who broke the silence at last. He seemed, in some awkward way, to be trying to atone for his former unsociability. "This is my last night at the Convalescent Home," he said, a little abruptly. "I am cured. To-morrow I am going back to my work in Mechester. For many days I shall see nothing except actual things. I shall know nothing of life except its dreary and material side. That is why I came here with the twilight. That is why I am going to sit here till the night comes--perhaps, even, I shall wait until the dawn. I want one last long rest. I want to carry away with me some absolute impression of life as I would have it. Down there," he added, moving his head slowly, "down there I can see the things I want--the things which, if I could, I would take into my life. I am going to look at them, and think of them, and long for them, until they seem real. I am going to create a concrete memory, and take it away with me." Rochester looked more than a little puzzled. The boy's speech seemed in no way in keeping with his attire, and the fact of his presence in a charitable home. "Might one inquire once more," he a
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