"You loved him?"
"I love him."
"Then there is nothing at all for me."
She resumed as if she had heard nothing.
"I have lost him for many lives. He stepped above me at once, for
he was clean gold though he fell, and though I have followed I
have not found. But that Buddhist beyond Islamabad - you shall
hear now what he said. It was this. 'The shut door opens, and
this time he awaits.' I cannot yet say all it means, but there is
no Lahore for me. I shall meet him soon."
"Vanna, you would not harm yourself again?"
"Never. I should not meet him. But you will see. Now I can talk
no more. I will be there tomorrow when you go, and I will ride
with you to the poplar road."
She passed like a shadow into her little dark cabin, and I was
left alone. I will not dwell on that black loneliness of the
spirit, for it has passed - it was the darkness of hell, a
madness of jealousy, and could have no enduring life in any heart
that had known her. But it was death while it lasted. I had
moments of horrible belief, of horrible disbelief, but however it
might be I knew that she was out of reach for ever.
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