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`Good-bye,' said Gerald, taking the warm hand of his friend in a firm grasp. `I shall come again. I miss you down at the mill.' `I'll be there in a few days,' said Birkin. The eyes of the two men met again. Gerald's, that were keen as a hawk's, were suffused now with warm light and with unadmitted love, Birkin looked back as out of a darkness, unsounded and unknown, yet with a kind of warmth, that seemed to flow over Gerald's brain like a fertile sleep. `Good-bye then. There's nothing I can do for you?' `Nothing, thanks.' Birkin watched the black-clothed form of the other man move out of the door, the bright head was gone, he turned over to sleep. |
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