We
Conceive The Passion Of Odd Moments, When The Wind Threw Up To Her
Some Snatch Of Song, And Her Heart Grew Hot Within Her, And Her
Eyes Overflowed At The Memory Of The Past.
And even if the tale be
not true of this or that lady, or this or that old tower, it is
true in the essence of all men and women:
For all of us, some time
or other, hear the gipsies singing; over all of us is the glamour
cast. Some resist and sit resolutely by the fire. Most go and are
brought back again, like Lady Cassilis. A few, of the tribe of
Waring, go and are seen no more; only now and again, at springtime,
when the gipsies' song is afloat in the amethyst evening, we can
catch their voices in the glee.
By night it was clearer, and Maybole more visible than during the
day. Clouds coursed over the sky in great masses; the full moon
battled the other way, and lit up the snow with gleams of flying
silver; the town came down the hill in a cascade of brown gables,
bestridden by smooth white roofs, and sprangled here and there with
lighted windows. At either end the snow stood high up in the
darkness, on the peak of the Tolbooth and among the chimneys of the
Castle. As the moon flashed a bull's-eye glitter across the town
between the racing clouds, the white roofs leaped into relief over
the gables and the chimney-stacks, and their shadows over the white
roofs.
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