
[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
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