To walk beside him, dressed akin to him, rucksacked and companionable, was bliss in itself; each step she took was like stepping once more across the threshold of heaven. The carpenter well knew from the obstacle which had interfered with his own progress, that the unknown could not have passed through the same lock as himself. She felt smaller and more adventurous even than she had expected to feel. His hair flew out from the sides of his head like black bats from a belfry, it was unruly and long.
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