The answer came in a sweet voice "My poet, I have come."

Shekhar opened his eyes--and saw before his bed the figure of a woman.

His sight was dim and blurred. And it seemed to him that the image made

of a shadow that he had ever kept throned in the secret shrine of his

heart had come into the outer world in his last moment to gaze upon his

face.

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