Digital heart book

At length we were drawing near the end. The path was growing wider, which
proved to the doctor and me that we should soon emerge into the open
village. Indeed, a faint gleam of light was beginning to be seen far in
the front. We now pushed on more rapidly, and as we approached the exit
Avis was singing at her highest pitch. She stopped suddenly, and then a
low and distant strain came to us, sweet even to the ears of our cultured
friends from Mars. My heart beat wildly as Thorwald, who was close behind
us, exclaimed:
"Hark, hear the echo!"
"Ho!" I cried, "that's not an echo. That's the original, and Avis is the
echo. Sing out again, Avis."
A loud, clear note trembled on the air, and brought back to our straining
sense, not a repetition of itself but a snatch of varied melody which
showed it to be no echo, although evidently an answer. There have been few
moments in my life more crowded with happiness than that one. And it was
not a passive feeling of enjoyment, but one that spurred me to action.


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