A voice spoke softly to Stephen's lonely heart, bidding him go and telling him that his friendship was coming to an end. He heard the choir of voices in the kitchen echoed and multiplied through an endless reverberation of the choirs of endless generations of children and heard in all the echoes an echo also of the recurring note of weariness and pain. The day was gray enough, but the afternoon light still lingered, and it enabled me, on crossing the threshold, not only to recognize, on a chair near the wide window, then closed, the articles I wanted, but to become aware of a person on the other side of the window and looking straight in. XXII Yet it was when she had got off--and I missed her on the spot-- that the great pinch really came.
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