The Door in the Wall And Other Stories


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"I sat down beside her. I put an arm behind her and took her  
hand in mine. I set myself to drive that doubt away--I set myself  
to fill her mind with pleasant things again. I lied to her, and in  
lying to her I lied also to myself. And she was only too ready to  
believe me, only too ready to forget.  
"Very soon the shadow had gone again, and we were hastening to  
our bathing-place in the Grotta del Bovo Marino, where it was our  
custom to bathe every day. We swam and splashed one another, and  
in that buoyant water I seemed to become something lighter and  
stronger than a man. And at last we came out dripping and  
rejoicing and raced among the rocks. And then I put on a dry  
bathing-dress, and we sat to bask in the sun, and presently I  
nodded, resting my head against her knee, and she put her hand upon  
my hair and stroked it softly and I dozed. And behold! as it  
were with the snapping of the string of a violin, I was awakening,  
and I was in my own bed in Liverpool, in the life of to-day.  
"Only for a time I could not believe that all these vivid  
moments had been no more than the substance of a dream.  
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In truth, I could not believe it a dream for all the sobering  
reality of things about me. I bathed and dressed as it were by  
habit, and as I shaved I argued why I of all men should leave the  
woman I loved to go back to fantastic politics in the hard and  
strenuous north. Even if Evesham did force the world back to war,  
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