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I rather hoped he
wouldn't turn up too soon.
I sat down on a stone and lit a cigarette. As soon as I had done itit
struck me as a puerile and portentous thing to dowith that great blind
house looking down at meand all the empty avenues converging on me.
It may have been the depth of the silence that made me so conscious of my
gesture. The squeak of my match sounded as loud as the scraping of a
brakeand I almost fancied I heard it fall when I tossed it onto the grass.
But there was more than that: a sense of irrelevanceof littlenessof
childish bravadoin sitting there puffing my cigarette-smoke into the face
of such a past.
I knew nothing of the history of Kerfol--I was new to Brittanyand
Lanrivain had never mentioned the name to me till the day before--but one
couldn't as much as glance at that pile without feeling in it a long
accumulation of history. What kind of history I was not prepared to guess:
perhaps only the sheer weight of many associated lives and deaths which
gives a kind of majesty to all old houses. But the aspect of Kerfol
suggested something more--a perspective of stern and cruel memories
stretching awaylike its own grey avenuesinto a blur of darkness.
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