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[4838] with a sharp ridge, and steep overhanging slopes. [4839] I put my hand in the
hive, moved it among the empty trays, felt along the bottom. [4840] It
encountered, in a corner, a dry light ball. [4841] It crumbled under my fingers.
[4842] They had clustered together for a little warmth, to try and sleep. [4843] I took
out a handful. [4844] It was too dark to see, I put it in my pocket. [4845] It weighed
nothing. [4846] They had been left out all winter, their honey taken away,
without sugar. [4847] Yes, now I may make an end. [4848] I did not go to the hen-house.

[4849] My hens were dead too, I knew they were dead. [4850] They had not been killed
in the same way, except the grey one perhaps, that was the only difference.
[4851] My bees, my hens, I had deserted them. [4852] I went towards the house. [4853] It was
in darkness. [4854] The door was locked. [4855] I burst it open. [4856] Perhaps I could have
opened it, with one of my keys. [4857] I turned the switch. [4858] No light. [4859] I went
to the kitchen, to Martha's room. [4860] No one. [4861] There is nothing more to tell.

[4862] The house was ^empty. [4863] The company had cut off the light. [4864] They have
offered to let me have it back. [4865] But I told them they could keep it. [4866] That
is the kind of man I have become. [4867] I went back to the garden. [4868] The next
day I looked at my handful of bees. [4869] A little dust of ^{annulets and wings.}
[4870] I found some letters, at the foot of the stairs, in the box. [4871] A letter
from Savory. [4872] My son was well. [4873] He would be.

[4874] Let us hear no more about
him. [4875] He has come back. [4876] He is sleeping. [4877] A letter from Youdi, in the
third person, asking for a report. [4878] He will get his report. [4879] It is summer
again. [4880] This time a year ago I was setting out. [4881] I am clearing out. [4882] One
day I received a visit from Gaber. [4883] He wanted the report. [4884] That's funny,
I thought I was done with people and talk.

[4885] Call back, I said. [4886] One day
I received a visit from Father Ambrose. [4887] Is it possible! he said when he
saw me. [4888] I think he really liked me, in his own way. [4889] I told him not to
count on me any more. [4890] He began to talk. [4891] He was right. [4892] Who is not right^?
[4893] I left him. [4894] I am clearing out. [4895] Perhaps I shall meet Molloy. [4896] My knee is