He had come to this room to rest, between two stations, and he was resting uneasily, like an escaped convict.

He said he would have to leave again, and his eyes sparkled.

He spoke of what he still wanted to see.

But the twilight deepened, the warmth left the air, and all he thought of now was what he had seen in the past.
"Think of everything we have seen, of all the space we bring with us." They gave the impression of a group of travellers, never in repose, forever in flight, arrested for a moment in their insatiable course, in a corner of the world which you felt was made small by their presence.
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